Revised sonnet #1398
Id be the first to reccommend your face
Theres praise I whisper pledged as ever more
Id be the first in doing thus whod turn bore
Ill gab just once youre quintessential grace
If hair is rogue or frizzled primped in place
In looking glasses everywhere to fore
I lean to love and listless overpore
Id never wrest or ruin your right to space
I order my two hands to quit their quake
And cut clean curls along your naked nape
Your blinking signals subtly well awake
Across your front a satin drab drawn drape
Treat individuals all the same I say
Think custom styles if cute if just okay
Chorus say articulate utter