Strike a match and I will burn Becoming the fires that rage in Hell With the molten ocean waves that churn.
My love is passion and I yearn I must break free of this prison, this cell Strike a match and I will burn.
Watch my heart as it begins to turn I screamed and gasped as I fell With the molten ocean waves that churn.
Maybe I will never learn But what I've seen I will never tell Strike a match and I will burn.
My heart claims it will not spurn And that my feelings for you will not quell With the molten ocean waves that churn.
These feelings I have worked to earn I have finally cast my final spell. Strike a match and I will burn, With the molten ocean waves that churn.
A villanelle I composed for my Intro to Creative Writing class. It was very hard to write, and it took me a bit to complete it and be satisfied. To learn more about villanelles, click here: https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/villanelle-poetic-form