a study toward sonnet #697 by FisherKingKQJ
My love stops something short of uxurious,
And every detail of your ways is adored,
The altar being interned, not luxurious,
To our foe nought as target does award.
Your status well, your make-up in accord,
All vulgar showiness you quietly eschew,
And comparisons you think can't afford
Thoughts of free will and diversity too.
Your wondrous pure elements are a slew,
Quicksilver ironies laced with bon mots,
Your opinion blunt, not nagged as a shrew,
The trace of second chin which yet besots.
See: I love you, love you I, you I love,
By pulsars long dead, spinning high above.
(Chorus)
See: I love you, love you I, you I love. SPADES
See: I love you, love you I, you I adore. GREEN
See: I love you, love you I, you I worship. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 39 minutes.}