3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

a study toward sonnet #291 by FisherKingKQJ


O friend, she's made you cry the bitter tears
And I haven't seen you emote like this,
But I don't believe it's bad words or sneers
On her part which careened your love amiss.
Now's not the proper time for me to diss
Her personality or her grooming skills-
At analysis you yourself are a whizz,
And crisis irrational thoughts instils.
I listen, I nod, as the tranquil air fills
With your lover's plaint, as you yourself trash
The girl - from your mouth the venom spills-
My lips purse, my teeth grit and gnash.
I've put these rare moments in the love-bank-
Against my own future woes, to be frank.


I've put these rare moments in the love-bank.
I've put these rare moments in the love-hold.
I've put these rare moments in the love-store.