3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1627

How time has lent my loves fine face fine lines
I dote as ever dozy join up dots
Her eyes once large and lucid linger jots
Her lips once solid seem crust crimp of tines
A studious stylist circles then inclines
I spy abundant paint invested knots
Of gold hair lost in clippings foil fold lots
Her gilded locks are lost my poor heart pines
My twenties still saw me building bones
My forties further floss made much appear
A second life assumed with zest in zones
Of back and brow and nose and either ear
I thought of death as doom I couldn't fight
I'll help her somehow shrug off death as blight
Chorus fight battle skirmish