a study toward sonnet #1,137 by FisherKingKQJ
I must now take leave of our Minted Queen,
Catch back my breath, and brake the fiery pace,
Leave take of her small change bas relief struck face,
And spin coins on edge for a change of scene.
The One gives me a touching scene serene,
Inspires my verses with her coup de grace
Against vain loves who've vanished with no trace,
Their selfish manners altogether mean.
Not one to damn with feint and paltry praise,
I've cried recalling girls in need who cling,
Whose rancid poems and songs are used to raze
Relationships, I've bounced back like a spring.
My love has no pretense of writing verse,
Her words are supportive, a healing bourse.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 verse
o $10,000,000 poem
o $10,000,000 song
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