a study toward sonnet #911 by FisherKingKQJ
My love circles me through all four seasons,
Head on he's particles, sideways he's wave;
I find in each quarter worthwhile reasons,
Marked out from coy to blase to stirred to brave.
He's spontaneous and cheeky, makes me crave
Excitement, danger, sundry ad hoc thrills;
He's boyish and naive, one whom I can enslave
With femme fatale or pristine princess skills.
He's blunt and cunning, my ambivalence fills
With boldness, thus seems older than he is;
He's shy and silent, arcane facts instils,
I answer straight his roundly stated quizz.
My love's entangled us both far and near,
With burning kisses, kisses which can sear.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 near
o $10,000,000 close
o $10,000,000 proxy
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