a study toward sonnet #1,129 by FisherKingKQJ
When will my panic, pain and anguish end?
My legs quaver under, my knees quiver,
I delve your eyes, which yet don't deliver
Refreshment, mercy, or fine favour lend.
To see your realised self, I'll often bend,
You alone let bathe in pure Lethe river;
Universe expanding shucks my shiver,
Since I'm in love such things I'll not upend.
Yet stern admonition and silent rage
Are what I reap or stagger from your space,
Loyal last, your perceived enemy engage
And neutralise short of nude volte face.
Lovesick for you, in suspense I languish,
Potential you wait on, prepped by anguish.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 languish
o $10,000,000 droop
o $10,000,000 trail
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