Revised sonnet #1251
To me she leveled lovingly the clue
As fellows went I matched the brilliant best
In winter garden glasshouse we walked west
Her brother base of envy bet she knew
Their ease of company makes me most blue
And twixt the two Id work a wedge as pest
If chance appeared I might or mightnt jest
I worry why Id fib or bend a view
At margin mired I might turn tactical
You see hes eloquent and elegant
His clever comments come off relevant
His graceful gestures come off practical
Of carvings kissing close I was in awe
In suspect siblings felt I puny flaw
Chorus awe daunt faze