Thursday, January 14, 2010

First attempt at iambic pentameter villanelle construction - Closet poetry, really.

You see that girl? She used to smile at me.
It’s years since we have been together, though
Long ago I used to make her happy.

Each other’s presence taught us to flirt, she
With smiling glance, would chase away all woe.
You see that girl? She used to smile at me

With flutters in her heart which I could see,
Years and months past, back when I was her beau,
Long ago I used to make her happy.

We were madly in love, to some degree
The look in her eyes allowed me to know.
You see that girl? She used to smile at me

When she heard her favorite melody
When I, smiling wide, said “My love, hello!”
-Long ago I used to make her happy.

You know how people will drift away, free?
I can’t believe I could just let her go.
You see that girl? She used to smile at me,
Long ago I used to make her happy.

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