a study toward sonnet #183 by FisherKingKQJ
in A flat
In her complete cycle I stash true wealth,
She's a perfect wife of white powder gold,
She ties the boutique vineyard of my health,
She massages my pain without a scold.
At dawn she starts her duties manifold,
A desklamp budget, a bird chorus adding allure,
She irons winter clothes for the household,
She bakes linseed loaves of ingredients pure.
She balms with humour an all purpose cure,
The few words she speaks are solemn and wise,
She's charming, considerate and demure,
Her children care for her in old age, the prize.
It took me time to see this doll-like waif
As a potential, nay, so perfect wife.
{3D interactive chorus in B flat:}
As a potential, nay, so perfect wife.
As a potential, nay, so perfect mate.
As a potential, nay, so perfect spouse.