a study toward sonnet #188 by FisherKingKQJ
My family is stuffed, of no import,
I'll love you in a way myself denied;
Emotionally, you're distant or nought,
My loneliness for us two can provide.
I'll open doors for you on the upside,
I'll take on myself all your blame and guilt,
I'll earn the right to pleasure with small pride,
I love your sour, bipolar rock and tilt.
I love your boozing, your talk a slurring lilt,
Through you I put my melancholy off,
You're dull but I can embroider that quilt,
I'll turn you from low hiccup to hiccough.
You're the luckless loser who won my heart,
I can change you as much as it may hurt.
{3D interactive chorus:}
You're the luckless loser who won my heart.
You're the luckless loser who won my amour.
You're the luckless loser who won my love.