sonnet 26.12.13.

As she had all you wanted some to spare
As she wore jealousy could never jilt
Her name invited love your lavish lilt
You swore her saint you didnt have a care
You say you postured quite the perky pair
Behind shut doors youd lose your wits and wilt
The maisonette piles stood firm steeped in silt
For strangers only flowed your savoir faire
Id hedge to honour her with things I heard
You blank her bustling by a black abyss
If all your fancied failures led to this
I weigh her wonderful against your word
I couldve read you ruined sustained charade
You say I saw past your funpacked facade
Chorus facade mask veneer