a study toward sonnet #938 by FisherKingKQJ
Better that we still remain loose pieces,
That we assemble just in heart and mind,
Love from bogus guilt itself releases,
In private moments we can ever bind.
She may find someone else by stealth in kind,
Let's not look too far ahead and stumble,
Her silent musing might that labyrinth wind,
And what was meant to totter needn't tumble.
Give me lame flattery, don't be humble,
Or cloying, else people quickly second guess,
Into your ear I will nonsense mumble,
Feared give away being effusive excess.
Over there stack bricks, over here bags mortar,
My cringes on your gasps can never mar.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 mortar
o $10,000,000 cement
o $10,000,000 flux
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