Revised sonnet #376
Youre pretty looked on lamely bit by bit
You field a face thats pretty plain in sum
Your features are too fine a spacious fit
I love them close on kiss Im stricken dumb
Your easy eyes out wide implore and plumb
They say youre someone whose inclined to care
You mollify amused I coddle numb
I strike a pose Im stilted self aware
I pass as statue spontaneity rare
Im stuck inside a rote of ps and qs
I grant you gumption solid savoir faire
Youll break through safely stuck in bluff and ruse
Id rather raise a goddess well aloft
Youre not anonymous Id read youre soft
Chorus aloft overhead skyward
