a revision of the study toward Sonnet #12 by FisherKingKQJ
Friend, your critique of my love is so dire:
You mention her an icecube tray applied-
It's true enough, I wouldn't call you liar,
To what is commonly said you elide.
As traits go, it's ugly to be that snide,
In her you completely miss what I adore:
In her sharp drilling glances might be spied
Exacting standards pure which put great store.
And she's cool diplomatic to the core-
She knows your words, and yet she keeps a smile
For you, with no need of keeping score,
Behind your back there's no vengeful bile.
And though she's been often enough decried
I feel her insistent warmth by my side.
And though she's been often enough decried.
And though she's been often enough put down.
And though she's been often enough razzed.
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