a study toward sonnet #1,190 by FisherKingKQJ
She won't fret how infatuated I am
With her pale beauty, yet some signs are there;
I'm mostly nearby, by more than chance here,
Up downcast eyes I dwell on her in sham.
Too sweet to perpetrate any low scam,
She gives me pain, she won't peevishly jeer,
My face twinned in her eyes I first must leer,
I loathe myself for landing in this jam.
Halfhearted, I've read widely of this pang,
Sweet and sour of my long sideways hoodwink,
It's Christ and Bhuddha's pain built-in ying yang,
Or Narcissus', likely next, I should think.
My heart for her is happy hurt skin deep,
A puzzle I try solve to give one peep.
(Chorus)
o $10,000,000 deep
o $10,000,000 fathom
o $10,000,000 plumb
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