a study toward sonnet #700 by FisherKingKQJ
I sought you out to fall in love with you,
Time, place, acquaintances, all virtual frame-
Loopholes and lame excuses errant few-
Your lips and dimples marking up a game.
That I got you so wrong taps into no shame,
It's passing good as personal life growth,
To backtrack now, I surely would be tame.
I accept that we're distinct individuals both,
You're straightforward honest as an oath,
And your looks for the nonce not any point,
It's sarcasm and irony you gently loathe,
You tolerate incongruous with disjoint.
It's true, my sweet, that my white lies omit,
Though my heart will continuously commit.
(Chorus)
It's true, my sweet, that my white lies omit. SPADES
It's true, my sweet, that my white lies censor. CLUBS
It's true, my sweet, that my white lies filter. DIAMONDS
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{Time to compose: 52 minutes.}