Revised sonnet #433
Youd need to make a perfect master clone
Your brains and looks are gifts of demigod
A cataclysm is part of cycles known
The simulation sparks at piezo prod
Youve got the cutest quirks at which I nod
Youve got the sweetest speech at which I shrug
I stifle sighs to come off not too odd
A secret crush accepts the curtest hug
I want you more and more youre not a drug
Id guess the mildest weed exacts that mood
I fantasize us smooching sound and snug
I want to show you me though such a pseud
Im such a clumsy chick I guess youve heard
You dont allude to me as mid just absurd
Chorus heard audivi sentit
