sonnet My sweet youve always

My sweet youve always been a baby face
The others got more pretty got more plain
The others got more humble got more vain
Your head has grown proportionate at pace
Ive gawked a beauty whos endowed with grace
Ive gawked a beauty whos endowed with brain
Ive gawked a beauty who will act inane
Ive gawked a beauty who layers lots of lace
Those attributes invest you just enough
On bottom balance bid you dreamier doll
You square a supernatural sweet soul
Ive seen your senior sort sold short sleep rough
My limbs and innards live by various clocks
I fear your clock one all or nothing knocks
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