a study toward sonnet #535 by FisherKingKQJ
Between sensuality and passion pitched
The hard pursuit of happiness me first;
Complex questions of my judgment switched
To sparkling honesty at best or worst.
I was a doubter, flamboyantly versed,
Above board, sensible, inside the slipstream;
I was a slave behind deadlocks accursed
Till my soulmate sashayed in from a dream.
Life's blemishes and demands always stream
Accomplishments as selfish self-defense,
But my lover says things aren't as they seem,
Her kisses are much more than recompense.
My melancholy turns a liquid level;
In bounteous plateau is our sweet revel.
(Chorus)
My melancholy turns a liquid level. SPADES
My melancholy turns a liquid flat. CLUBS
My melancholy turns a liquid plain. DIAMONDS
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