a study toward sonnet #1,155 by FisherKingKQJ
Please, darling, wipe away your thin, wide tear,
I hardly think now of the harrowing past,
She my first true love, you my truly last,
No point for you to pity me through fear.
True, she'd wrench, squeeze, flagellate and spear
My tender heart, backtrack, taunt me aghast,
One difference voluminous and vast-
My loneliness then my only worldly ware.
I'm clued up, mark you, the sophist creature,
Her filched loot in time frivolously spent;
I've seen sorrow become her best feature-
She's someone else, for some fellow else meant.
She hurried off with an heirloom and loot,
There's passing likeness, list how red eyes suit.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 loot
o $10,000,000 boodle
o $10,000,000 money
[Autocube3 - for 3d interactive movies.]
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