Revised sonnet #1405
It read arrhythmia stuck in red ink ring
A chronicle that coroners should seal
Affliction strange that beauty can conceal
I felt a sadness hue an ancient fling
So sweet she seemed if prone to catch and cling
Id shake off her hard hugs yet cop a feel
And shed encourage me in quests ideal
All my inventiveness then would take wing
To tell the truth the paradise and hell
I lived through linked to her asked far too much
Of me around the clock I quit unwell
And meek I spawned a spine the courage dutch
I witnessed her in metamorphosis
And lost acquaintances too that to this
Chorus metamorphosis refit transformation