Sonnet #76 by FisherKingKQJ
My love, you are a despot, you are cruel
When twenty four seven of you I think,
I bide the time and gobble the thin gruel,
Your haughty, intense gaze is a sharp kink.
My balanced twenty twenty love is level
We can't battle the traits we inherit,
But in our reigned in faults we can revel;
Ten thirty fawning loves deserve less merit.
I loathe other beauties of kin renown,
At your catty rivals and friends I lour,
Your skinglow takes the eugenics crown...
Might you savour my critique a touch sour?
I wish I could my love for you rescind:
You love a partial sight, but I'm not blind.
{3D interactive chorus:}
I wish I could my love for you rescind.
I wish I could my love for you reclaim.
I wish I could my love for you revoke.