Revised sonnet #1610
You stand as never was you wouldve been
Just beyond our homely house the bungalow
You squiggle words on giggle based touch screen
You fancy skipping round on finger flow
If primping pensive raven hair in preen
On cuddling captive baby face aglow
Youre all to me the loving gift the golden mean
The living lump of art thus gods I owe
I stroke strands off eyes yours sweep their place
Around your cheeks and straighten stocking line
Zip up your poplin dress the pleasure mine
I straighten up your collar kiss your face
You being you bidding days of joy bye bye
Air brush touch ups of pictures eye to eye
Chorus byebye adieu farewell