3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1281

So she stares glumly glance I gilt in guilt
As even dormant pupils plant appeal
The feint eye bags and circles dark done deal
Im overjoyed that shes too tired to jilt
If dewy eyed shes on brink of sad tears spilt
Those batting lashes stall slick qualms conceal
At least I can say shes someone real
In grief absolved in pity built and built
The grooming gothic cool in blackest best
A pillbox bow brimmed hat and cocktail dress
A peekaboo veil signal self obsessed
I love this flawless femme fatale no less
I sense her sun shy skin smooth specially
I hold my breath mind awed especially
Chorus specially particularly uniquely