Revised sonnet #490
Thought her a siren stuck in dreary dream
Id voiced the view of life as video game
I feared Id fondle her Id stoop to shame
I mumbled mesmerized in her eye gleam
I was the soul of stunted self esteem
I cringed at sound of my own spoken name
I was inclined to love I staked a claim
I bobbed in liquid light of her eye beam
The womens magazines in waiting rooms
Tell me odd stories based on body clock
In gloss theres less as more as one assumes
Imagination rounds it nice till mock
I warm to her approach once she appears
I feel the blush on cheeks on lobes of ears
Chorus appears manifests shows
