a study toward sonnet #333 by FisherKingKQJ
Perhaps we see each other to squabble,
Such quality time is tremulous brief,
In factor the world's tearshape and wobble
As I ask you to turn over a leaf.
Displays of affection always reign chief,
If gift flowers reciprocate foot rubs,
We could face up to and dismantle grief
Built up on our sulks and tactical snubs.
I can see past your aggregate flubs
To piled high flubs of my own, so I plead
An apology, I mouth the sense in dubs.
Believe: in rain or drizzle, in hail or sleet,
You're so imperfectly perfectly sweet.
You're so imperfectly perfectly sweet.
You're so imperfectly perfectly candied.
You're so imperfectly perfectly luscious.
[Proof of concept for interactive movies.]