Revised sonnet #1594
A perfect man has courted me yet who
Installed him guest I guess Ill never know
All stuff I feel affects to loving so
To speculate on well wish seems taboo
I search that shield of steel its sky of blue
The mascot plover swooping high to low
I feel in my cheeks climb a rosy glow
I wonder what he sieves in visor view
Through luscious arbours well sigh stroll and scope
And well incline on oak tree surface roots
And well suck soft sun speckled forest fruits
And well hug musing mute and never mope
A water well waits were on wary way
I wonder will wild wish well into play
Chorus way path road