a study toward sonnet #167 by FisherKingKQJ
in E flat
I own up...I was obsessed...it was a rout...
I was in love with him, I looked into those
Wide, sparkling eyes only to blush, to flout
My fiancee, the man my intellect chose.
I felt my heart racing; he snagged me close
To him, he pushed his lips on mine to start
A lingering french kiss, nose bumping nose,
He apologised for his persuasive art.
He'd convinced me to accept time apart,
He'd believed I was far too young to deduce
True love, perhaps I'd try the singles' mart...
But he'd only hurt himself with the ruse.
How to abseil a romance I've been taught:
It's zigzag of crags and spikes which thwart.
{3D interactive chorus in F flat:}
It's path by manmade obstacles is thraught.
It's path by manmade obstacles is blocked.
It's path by manmade obstacles is dammed.