Revised sonnet #226
A girl I puzzle over good times gone
The dimple quoted smile the dotty eyes
The sun touched bangs of golden hair that shone
The clever cleavage made of fall and rise
A mystery I solve too late Im wise
To non identical twin pal of pair
Third wheel embellisher of little lies
Awaiting secret kisses should I dare
You want a bit of social science to square
A sister from the family of man
Too late to start a frivolous affair
You hit on pretty stranger showing elan
A fault in me to want true love unchecked
In strangers company Id not expect
Chorus unchecked rampant wild
