sonnet I love that youth

I love that youth of pretty protean you
A fringe rejuvenates and bridges brow
A bob rounds jaws it broadens cheeks in view
And temple bangs bold lobes of ears allow
A green blouse blue eyes shades bluish greenish new
And shadows lengthen shorten everyhow
And thickness into thinness kilos skew
A height in heels or girth in flats endow
What you must be met by a burmese cat
Who can gawk gray alone the shades of pitch
Are countless deep Ive seen green grey enrich
In black and white old photos eyes of brat
Then call me blinkered brusquely now adjust
The tempo your inventive heart I trust
Chorus adjust modify recalibrate