a study toward sonnet #678 by FisherKingKQJ
I won't pretend to read your mystic mind
Which you yourself often don't seem to know,
Or else is changeable and quick inclined,
Imperfect knowledge furrowing your brow.
My love is constant beyond your sayso,
Won't be infused by your migraine or cold,
Won't force deals by shoehorn or jimmy crow,
Won't take to heart your cusses oversold.
Po face at your struggles shy or too bold
I profess this superficial love of flesh
And mannerism, and with no thought untold,
Except that lately our schedules don't mesh.
I feel your love when you slip in the room,
My ears hear nothing and yet tingle bloom.
(Chorus)
I feel your love when you slip in the room. SPADES
I feel your love when you slip in the frame. CLUBS
I feel your love when you slip in the space. DIAMONDS
[Autocube3 - autocue for 3d interactive movies.]
{Time to compose: 59 minutes}