A revised study toward Sonnet #14 by FisherKingKQJ
Your bleary eyes seek out my weary heart:
What liquid waking dream might there burgeon? 
The green bedside lampshades make them smart-
Am I now some ghoulish green garbed surgeon?
Your tousled locks  from pillows emerge in
Limp coils, your drowsy sigh and myopic stare 
Swell rumpled sheets;  poor twitchy nosed urchin,
At your worst you're still lovely, I can swear.
There's an appeal to your workaday wear,
You're a shambolic taste I've late acquired:
Warm bumbling fingers, raw silk and arms bare-
I, an insomniac dreary, am yet inspired. 
I scarce dare mention intimate moments,
For fear of chipping out hard monuments.
{3D interactive chorus:}
I scarce dare mention intimate moments.
I scarce dare mention intimate events. 
I scarce dare mention intimate occasions..
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