The shape of her necklace Is mirrored in the clouds, A moon like her smile. She looks at his face Glowing in the sun, Then turns to veil her tears.
As she inconspicuously wipes her tears, Her necklace Gleams in the sun Though the clouds Partially shadow her face Allowing her to drop the smile
He looks at her smile But misses the tears, Seeing her face Framed by the necklace, Ignoring the clouds For the sun.
He lifts his face to the sun Baring his smile To the clouds, Comprehending no tears, No meaning to the necklace, Seeing only a beautiful face
On her face She feels the sun And reaches up to touch the necklace. His presence creates a real smile Which conceals the tears, But not the brooding clouds.
The laden clouds Drop their burden to her face Combining their load with her tears. Chasing the healing spray, the sun Reappears to coax back the smile And dry the dripping necklace
One day heβll see the tears falling from the sun, The clouds hiding in the face, And the importance of a smiling necklace.
My first attempt at a strict form... to learn the form of a sestina, see http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/5792