3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

study toward sonnet #102 by FisherKingKQJ

We'd been together three years when I came
Across a note he'd written to his wife.
Was I snooping? Yes. I can't say my aim
Was exact, more confirmation of our life
As clandestine lovers. My feelings rife
Yet secure in my situation as mistress
I cut the envelope with a paperknife.
He confirmed his love, he wanted to stress
The passion, he couldn't wait to undress
Once back home. In between the lines
About me, it seemed, he couldn't care less,
No word of divorce, I'd misread the signs.
Of May December love don't have a bar-
Though I don't regret the flat, clothes or car.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Of May December love don't have a bar.
Of May December love don't have a chunk.
Of May December love don't have a piece.

[l14 rewritten for typeset alignment 18/9/05]