Revised sonnet #1605
I felt in heaven blessed by bonds to her
They featured focus fervour flair and fun
I felt as fiancee love life had begun
If few too few friends on this would concur
Id catch cruel cusses should I ever err
If vis a vis I copied her I won
I was too nice to end it sharp and shun
Id self efface and shed at once aver
I claimed I could address unhealthy doubts
I went to hold her vividly veined wrists
As her eyes welled tears up I pondered schists
Then my own plump lips locked on pensive pouts
So she endorsed all my mimetic charms
And nestled nice I moored in avid arms
Chorus charms spells allures