sonnet Id say her lovely

Id say her lovely looks he must moon most
I dont conceive shed clinch she comes off dim
A lazybones shell loiter last just coast
In work unchallenging on wanton whim
Agreed I could act doppelganger ghost
Were sort of same height curvy taut and slim
I covet locks red plus their flammable riposte
Ill colour mine red then a bob Ill trim
In memories which thawing evaporate
Her facial muscles take on sundry looks
Her dimples deep in smiles slit shadowy nooks
When might ethereal thoughts end solid state?
I stroke her bangs and narrow so her face
I plan to peel him from her pinch her place
Chorus face countenance mien