3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,595

I play against the sharpest card the One
To win the lowest trick last and save my face
Though quite aware he is a wizard ace
I am in luck as well as love undone
I see him arm in arm in flagrant fun
My lookalike in youth rejects embrace
And quickly combs his locks of grey in place
And worse my wretched change of lifes begun
I see him later when his stem cells seize
His locks are wholly black his brow unlined
She looks a lovely teen untouched at ease
Their hugs are huge their honest kisses kind
I gawk I get my poor nose out of joint
The crystal ball describes a turning point
Chorus joint connection union