Sonnet #84 by FisherKingKQJ
In the Amsterdam antique dealers loop
With a Maastricht blonde bob sweet as.
Espressos, pannekoeken with stroop
For her, and for me, latte and speculaas.
Emile is on bail for guilders he'd amass
On Noks statuettes and nazi Schloss portraits,
His personal assistant Ingrid here has
Your early look and so ingratiates.
As a chalked hotspot Jordaan canal rates,
Row on row of bikes, houseboats, linden trees;
I'm shipping over to you in the crates:
Louis XV armoires, a Vuitton valise.
Two students we were only yesterday:
Our love was on the way to on the way.
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Our love was on the way to on the way.
Our love was on the way to on the path.
Our love was on the way to on the route.