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I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
We sat atop the remnants of a spire
That counted once the heavens its domain —
The storm that laid it low no more held claim
Unto that heart, that served still to inspire,
And we — we sat beneath a sky of sapphire
Inlaid with gold, a ring of Helios flame —
And ghosts passed by, and curious spirits came
And flickered over our hill like lilies afire

And leaving hence, I felt a bitter chill,
The numbing frost-touched fingers of the dead
That rent my soul and tore my heart asunder —
Such wounds infect the heart, the soul, the head,
And evermore resound inside as thunder —
Their chattering grating voices haunt me still.
If I were to live
For all of eternity
There still wouldn't be
Enough infinite time
In all of eternity
To tell you
Just how much
I love you!

My love is infinite,
Eternal,
Endless,
Limitless,
Boundless
Ever-growing
And then some!
My love is inexplicably unexplainable.

~ Big Love

By Lady R.F (C) 2018
Bring me thou my *** of poetry ink,
Oh bring me thou my quill of a pheasant
And in a sea of beauty I'll thus sink

In a helter-skelter than stars dost blink.
I’ll give up my rubies, pearls and bezant
And in a sea of beauty ill thus sink,

To deepest ends where no mortal can think
And pen my Lass poetry so pleasant.
Bring me thou my *** of poetry ink,

Fair violets, jasmines, and roses pink
So I may brew the finest philter scent
And in a sea of beauty ill thus sink.

Since all near not the perfume from her cheek
That no Eden’s flower bore till present,
Bring me thou my *** of poetry ink

Ere maidens upon the heavens dost wink.
Oh bring me thou my quill of a pheasant,
Bring me thou my *** of poetry ink
And in a sea of beauty I’ll thus sink.


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
          10/24/2018
A villanelle is a dance song coupled with pastoral themes.

In literature, 'tis a nineteen-line poetic form consisting of five tercets (first 15 lines) followed by a quatrain (last 4 lines) that hath a couplet towards the end. There are two refrains and two repeating rhymes, with the first and third line of the first tercet repeated alternately until the last stanza, which includes both repeated lines.

Lines may be of any length, but are often written in iambic pentameter.

#Villanelle #Decasyllabic
She wakes me up deep in the night.

I understand you, she smiles
snuggling into me, her nose,
pressed cotton soft on my cheek

I have no strength, I cry
not one, for you

I love your weakness
love you for your weakness
her breath wafts into mine

and the boy stuck in his age
floats in the web
of the girl forever
forgiving.
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