Revised sonnet #44
You dont trust me you slink as if a sleuth
Ill stop sugaring the stems of flowers
In vases since youre lately quite uncouth
I guess your inner infant looks and lours
A bloom escapes your cheeks in passing hours
I had the luck to catch your earliest kiss
Upset I stand the memory now sours
You trek through time obliterate its bliss
I wondered what you were as little girl
I wouldve liked to splice us half and half
Amend your infant portrait photograph
Appear your pal one magic finger swirl
Your eyes avail the little girl I see
Tears well your spark in water memory
Chorus see behave view
