3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1611

I perch upon a white quilt covered bed
You curl across a white throw covered couch
You like to whinge whereas I like to grouch
How has the honeymoon to this tie led?
I mightve seen it had I mapped ahead
Id swotted coupledom I was no slouch
That pain expected would end voiced its ouch
That compromise can come to newly wed
I rub a wedding ring of platinum
You pass for parceled atoms wrapped in germs
I pray for patience shown then dodder dumb
You hold off hugs the cuddly woozy squirms
You mete a metaphysical sharp spark
Your ring to mine so sad if on the mark
Chorus spark flare twinkle