Revised sonnet #76
My love youre sweet or sour youre kind or cruel
I catch upon your cheeky shrug or wink
Your little laugh and giggle further fuel
Your haughty gaze exaggerates my slink
You shouldnt shutter natures larger gifts
To kill off whats in context lesser flaw
Id rather suffer sometimes rippling rifts
Myself Im weird in weirs in common law
Ive quit the beauty narrowly Ive known
Your rudest rival who affects a lour
I dont ask why afraid it would empower
Ill leave you should I find a fresher clone
Im filter riddled where youre blinker framed
I love that biased view but youre sort of gamed
Chorus framed enclosed hemmed
