Revised sonnet #165
It proved unclear to me a precedent
He gave to me a white wax wrap of flowers
At first I read them error mood unmeant
His wife had wads of charm or magic powers
As if a former flame he came off gent
How sweet is love at first it slowly sours
I mused on sniff of flowers I might relent
His looks of love outnumbered levelled lours
A cool white wine warmed warp in cheeks till bloom
As if the white of mountain edelweiss
Our hungry lips unhinged in kiss of ice
I felt our lust all commonsense subsume
Asleep the children down the stairs a bore
Im but a model nanny mums ignore
Chorus bore drag yawn
