It's a Villanelle.
-Morning-
I always smile when I look to the skies.
In its gray-blue color, what do I see?
The beauty of morning is in his eyes.
The sweet morning brings me soft lonely sighs,
My first morning thoughts are of thee,
I always smile when I look to the skies.
When he stole my heart in a pirate's guize,
I said, "I love you most passionately."
The beauty of morning is in his eyes.
In the sun's rays, tokens of our love lie.
The sun on my face is his kiss to me.
I always smile when I look to the skies.
His love is the reason my tears are dry.
It's through his love that my heart is made free.
The beauty of the morning is in his eyes.
May we never have to say our good-byes,
May our love grow like the strong, old oak tree.
I always smile when I look to the skies,
the beauty of morning is in his eyes.
2007-08-09
07:46:21
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Cinnibuns
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➔ Poetry
Wow! Thanks everyone! I'm glad you like it.
2007-08-09
08:37:49 ·
update #1
I can't reduce it a beat, Todd, because it has to be 10 beats. I didn't like it either, but the form must be followed.
2007-08-09
09:20:17 ·
update #2
What if I made it:
May we never have to say our good-byes,
May our love grow like the strongest oak tree.
I always smile when I look to the skies,
the beauty of morning is in his eyes.
2007-08-09
10:23:53 ·
update #3