Revised sonnet #1269
The faults of spirit lurk in glamour looks
I want a static perfect paradise
Id like to kiss at leisure knobs and nooks
I worry stockstill she sorts sticky ice
Ive witnessed her assessing sultry sooks
As partners flattery a fancy vice
Ive witnessed her assessing chummy crooks
As partners pithiness a pretty price
I hold her high as breathing work of art
Ive overheard her huff a while too long
Ive suffered her pest pet peeves singsong wrong
The cutely crinkled nose its doe eyes dart
Im sick of her and love I must allow
I live to force the furious furrowed brow
Chorus allow concede grant