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a study toward sonnet #1,417 by FisherKingKQJ
(lllviii)

Words, I love you, which I long awaited
Unlike ones rolling from his lustrous lips,
His voice strident, he yet hesitated,
He claimed, it's me, not you, he'd come to grips.
Weeks I'd sob and rage, then soar elated,
Laugh myself mad, shake from throat down to hips,
Friends declared that he just was not fated ,
That someone better suited would eclipse.
But you know what? I waltzed in front of him
Swore on my own behalf that I so was
The best thing which occurred to him because
I took him sad and happy, sweet or grim.
Which didn't stimulate one single bit,
As he pulled hostage close a girl a whit.

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