Revised sonnet #1395
Hes just the sweetest man you rarely meet
Hes generous and worldly wise and deep
He contemplates then makes his move a feat
His clothes are classy casual never cheap
Hes eloquent his syllables are neat
He manages imaginative leap
His logic levels muddled mind conceit
I love that learning curve the lessons steep
I used to be a fragile fickle lass
And seek in others solid way to live
He showed stuff simpler based on grant and give
Ive substance now as memories amass
Ive left the life of rage the blatant booing
I drive him droll its finished my undoing
Chorus booing catcalling hissing