Revised sonnet #1616
He doesnt know you dear I dreaming do
I know love lots it burgeons bright wellbeing
I feel such sparks surge down each nervous flue
And out of glaze of gaze your glance agreeing
Hes silver voiced and virile smiled a clue
His rivalry I seek in blinkered seeing
Your choice it is if down to point of view
You normally unflinching never fleeing
His mannerisms conceivably show sign
A rumour speaks of spouse a split apart
A liaison featuring two tarts stop start
His niceties match the many marked off mine
I dread he loves you slickly does his drill
My mien and clever mind amounting nil
Chorus drill method routine