a study toward sonnet #819 by FisherKingKQJ
You're so wrong as to how much I love her,
You're reading way too much between the lines,
Between your words I blink, I cannot err,
My heart, as well, for her enflamed love pines.
Your foolish action friendship undermines,
Though that seems camaraderie at best,
All mapped out in martial sines and cosines,
I puzzle your fresh, pyrrhic styled conquest.
My love for her atrophied seeks your jest,
So go ahead, with sweet talk you can mesh,
Buff her up for another male obssessed
With her entrancing primps, her toned up flesh.
Say she's not your type, but could still be friends,
To stranger's stranger signals hot it sends.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 friends
o $10,000 mates
o $10,000 pals
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]