3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #189 by FisherKingKQJ

He turned up uninvited when a straight
And polite phone call would've done;
A casual approach was his family trait,
He was a free spirit, a slave to none.
At varsity, his hollow cheekbones had won
My heart, now they were chubby pink-
I was shocked to see his eyes weren't a dun
But a bright blue - I'd lost a vital link.
But I swear his hair once black as ink,
And pony tailed in a scrunchie bind,
Now it's grey and sparse - who would think?
I'm sure that I looked a stranger in kind.
So much for sweet memory's sustenance-
I'd rather love this man of substance.

{3D interactive chorus:}

So much for sweet memory's sustenance.
So much for sweet memory's elixir.
So much for sweet memory's tonic.