a study toward sonnet #170 by FisherKingKQJ
in D flat
He'd shaken his head with a smiling snort...
I was an idiot, an hourglass figure-
He was a nickel billionaire I'd sold short-
I'd pigeonholed him a suave gold digger.
A coin or metal nuance was the trigger,
I'd goofily questioned his financial skills;
He changed nickel piles into treasury bills,
He'd underplayed wealth not faked it bigger.
From his stepfather he'd learnt the drills
Of merchant banking, how to fund manage...
He'd just leased the mansion Poplar Hills-
Might we look for a son in the orphanage?
His love for me lent me indemnity
From headstrong mistaken identity.
{3D interactive chorus in E flat:}
His love for me lent me indemnity.
His love for me lent me cover.
His love for me lent me sanctuary.