a study toward sonnet #912 by FisherKingKQJ
This chick at the local gym who I thought
Would not avail me of the time of day,
Whose rapidly dipped eyes appeared to thwart,
A note on the treadmill left, as my dismay.
As I read, self resigned to damning flay,
My heart banged its adrenalin fed rush-
There was nothing sad here, or even grey,
As all the while on me she had a crush.
The doubts I had, she managed well to hush
With one dozen separate red roses,
One hidden each day leading up to mush,
Valentine's day, within perfume reach of noses.
I've heard her talking me up big to friends,
Her psychic message my fear transcends.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 friends
o $10,000,000 mates
o $10,000,000 pals
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