a study toward sonnet #452 by FisherKingKQJ
I felt shallow, immature, self-centred,
She'd gotten me worried, curious and steamed,
A strange conclusion had slowly entered:
She was more complex than she seemed.
Her smile assaulted, her almond eyes gleamed
To hide an unspoken inner sadness,
She trembled inside as many tears teemed,
She saw my happiness was a madness.
She dutifully fills me with a gladness,
She bakes a filo pastry or goes for a walk
To exorcise irrational feelings of badness,
She wheels a tea trolley, no catafalque.
She's got a bunch of orchids from a man-
Is he the boy with black hair and spray tan?
(Chorus)
She's got a bunch of orchids from a man.
She's got a bunch of orchids from a bloke.
She's got a bunch of orchids from a fellow.
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