a study toward sonnet #1,118 by FisherKingKQJ
Her sweet face so well framed by a master
With tresses vaguely vague that fool the eye,
Invokes the heart, that deep details might ply,
I swoon seeing skin smooth as alabaster.
Rendered is her own light make up plaster,
Reworkings give pulse shivered strokes the lie,
And surely tedious sitting brings a sigh,
Half expressed or half impressed doubt caster.
Was colour photos which blew up his trade,
Perhaps so late was not good as never;
Eyerolls, happy-sad smiles in paint unplayed
Ribcage roiled air being unstroked as ever.
Yet by fluke in fine metal tubes of paint,
Do gold ore glints with gold tint acquaint?
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 paint
o $10,000,000 dye
o $10,000,000 lacquer
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