Sonnet for early August

It's early enough that I might do another one (or more), but here's one I came up with on the first weekend of August.

It could happen (but it won't)

There is a massive distance set between
a wish or fantasy for diff'rent fate
and the reality of change -- I preen
and wish that I were younger, that my weight
was far more muscular, and that my length
and girth were more impressive; if these facts
were changed, where could I be today? My strength
of character has been assailed, the pacts
I promised challenged and neglected, so
that I am ready to be taken, ripe
for picking and to pick, to have and know
the savageness of love again, the type of
romance poetry portrays - one chance
to find myself shall our two lives enhance.