3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

sonnet #1,627

(The characters in the following sonnet are
fictional and any resemblance to Adam and
Eve would be purely coincidental.)

Time has inlaid my love's kind face all lines,
And wrinkles, has dried out random jots,
Her eyes once so enlarging, look small knots,
Her lips once turgid, seem deep crimps by tines.
I glance at gilded hairs, my heart so pines
For shorn abundance, gland delivered shots
Of golden, lost in clippings, tinfoil clots,
Think what a waste a raw wig over mines.
My tidy twenties had me still growing bones,
My failing forties tweaked me teenage hair,
So wild and crazy, growing with zest out zones
Of back and brows and nose and either ear.
Immortalise a muse, the chances slight?
A score of years on, my bones fresh, I might.

(Chorus)

o slight
o precious
o rare