Revised sonnet #1412
Shes next to pure a point youd never get
Shes naive and gullible so liars exhort
She needs to pause untested themes to vet
She winks I wince at dubious phrase purport
Shes hard to hack her hub of humours met
Shes introverted her flat figures fort
She lends a hand to losers once shes let
She proves a lady difficult to court
Shes leading light and never sunshine ray
Shes fringe oasis and never fertile vale
Shes mustered mist and never hardened hail
Shes made up face and never mask of clay
I kneel in front of her in faith I fawn
I crave the granted kisses dusk till dawn
Chorus fawn kowtow grovel