3 Dimensional Interactive Movies

Revised sonnet #1591

At winters noon that sun burns my pale skin
As if its dawn on any summers day
The spark in your eyes looks to speak win win
It hints at happiness at heavens lay
I wait on your pursed lips on your great grin
A heart beats quicker when claimed okay
The whole worlds wonderful then drained of din
Id swoon and die if you just walked away
Breath clouds join clouds of mist on winter night
Dreaded darkness drapes dear Rose dead ringer
Numbness nags fraught fracture my first finger
Its light pink heal mark frostbite blight rasped right
Breeze burnt my lips pout proud yet lips yours yearn
In sinking shadows kind eyes latch and learn
Chorus yearn crave desire