3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,616

He doesn't know you, dear, I dreaming do-
I know my heart, it burgeons a well being
From head to feet, from hand to hand flowing through
My organs out my eyes, your gaze agreeing.
He's silver tongued, and sweet in talk, you his skew,
No fault the last, I love you blinkered seeing-
At least I'm focused, simply stated true,
I'm giving ground, unflinching, never fleeing.
He's locked away on some unknown timeline,
He's well on way to first hand felt heartbreak
Else flees some olden one, for what knows sake,
His niceties familiar with you, match for mine.
I dread he loves you that much, doing his drill,
His looks and clever mind accord free will.

(Chorus)

o drill
o method
o routine