3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #122 by FisherKingKQJ

I felt its pain in my heart, such a piquant
Mute lament for the furtive, muffed chance
Which separated us, a small faith truant
On my part, and choler circumstance
On his part. Down our year long advance
A crevasse cut his ardour for me clear
Away from my own for him. Our romance
Froze up, his icepick jigged its icy veneer.
Might we yet bridge vapour kisses sheer,
In premarital lovemaking overreach
To intimacy and pacts without peer
And repose in the clasp of each to each?
He might approach me mentally aloof:
A wince his last response was living proof.

{3D interactive chorus:}
[ll1, 7, 13 corrected for rhythm and
typeset 6/10/05.]

He might approach me mentaly aloof.
He might approach me mentally detached.
He might approach me mentally remote.