a study toward sonnet #905 by FisherKingKQJ
White magic I sense while in your presence,
Your face pretty, witching cute, as ever,
Youth's lost blush has not lessened in essence,
Beauty from good bones would sever never.
You always sourced in me arching fever,
The ambition of joining your cool club,
Managing suave at your aesthete's lever,
You'd cut my babble with sweet mindful dub.
The pass of hours is not a thing to blub,
I can tell by your fringe and charming bob,
Which soften features in Time's dithered drub,
Your twinkling, youthful blue eyes my way lob.
I sought to talk about the good old days,
I can't think why, while in your arms I laze.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 days
o $10,000,000 hours
o $10,000,000 times
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