a study toward sonnet #965 by FisherKingKQJ
I look now back across those wasted years,
With you not understanding why I loved you;
Pure caricature in your blatant leers,
I work through deeper memories anew.
Your kissing me quick, hinting at more due,
The way that you belittled me with feigned
Innocence of a child, that mock friendly hue
Of quizzical looks on yours truly trained.
The way you queried all my questions pained,
Your eyelids dropping down as you hit mute;
You'd bite your lip, your frothing bile arraigned,
You'd cock a snook, not challenge or refute.
I still love you, although you weren't enough,
Your fists often clenched, as never so rough.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 enough
o $10,000,000 adequate
o $10,000,000 sufficient
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