Sonnet #83 by FisherKingKQJ rough draft!
May the fickle world continue to fete
The pushy whom it initially spurns;
I harbour absolutely no regret,
In my heart of hearts no ambition burns.
I don't puzzle the archetype who yearns
For status and wealth. I can't divine sooks
From heroes, only hindsight regroups, discerns
The portent in the tea leaves, on the books.
I ponder no more debonair crooks
More assured than I, as was Ben Seigal
Whose elegant suits, trilby, dimpled looks
Eclipsed the screen idols who were legal.
Our sudden love was a fait accompli:
Your germinal smiles fate accompany.
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Our sudden love was a fait accompli.
Our sudden love was a done deal
Our sudden love was a matter of fact.