a study toward sonnet #837 by FisherKingKQJ
My heart tells me you're set up for passion,
But my eyes say you're a knockdown beauty;
My heart thinks of light as a savoured ration,
And stifles glamour out of precious duty.
My gut tells me you're more than just a cutie,
But my heart says you're loyally tailor made;
My gut thinks of female touch as lite fruity,
And blockades personal growth overlaid.
My eyes tell me your features make the grade,
But my gut says you'll tire of mirrors soon;
My eyes think of you under keyhole blade,
And censor medicine against sick loon.
This lonely soul great racked in civil rout,
Heart, eyes, gut run at you as roundabout.
(Chorus)
o $10,000 rout
o $10,000 battle
o $10,000 skirmish
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