a study toward sonnet #156 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat
A happy ever after? Who would've thought?
You're far away in thought in your photo portrait.
Perhaps in a bas relief you might be better caught,
In hundred and eighty degree rotate?
Or perhaps a two places at once superstate:
You dissolve into gales of chuckles and mirth,
You grin and shake your head when you're late,
You make me the only person on earth,
You storm out a room knowing your own worth,
Your lips twitch when I attempt to amuse,
You sort of give other girls a wide berth,
And you shrug your shoulders if there's no use.
I love you three hundred and sixty degrees:
If I didn't we'd both be wild mistigris.
{3D interactive chorus in E flat:}
If I didn't we'd both be wild mistigris.
If I didn't we'd both be wild fools.
If I didn't we'd both be wild jokers.