3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #191 by FisherKingKQJ

To look at this girl was absolute bliss,
She didn't look twenty three, more a teen;
Her homely looks called for no artifice,
Her hair was braided as before, as clean.
This favoured hairstyle trapped her between
Woman and child in a tug'o'war zone-
Unconsciously, she'd primp and preen,
As if I'd never left this sleepy town.
But I managed to pull her on her own,
And she recognised me with a like dread,
The years had whizzed by, they'd flown,
So first I kissed her on the forehead.
Her voice was young, and devoid of garnish,
Her retro raw silk dress slightly garish.

{3D interactive chorus:}

Her voice was young, and devoid of garnish.
Her voice was young and devoid of affectation.
Her voice was young and devoid of manner.