A Villanelle

I couldn\'t stop thinking about the girl
She was just so happy and pretty
Her hair was black with many curls

That picture—Ana was dressed in pearls

Like the night stars in heaven glitter

Streaming bright like vagrant star-dust swirl

Then a torrent of words unfurled
So, I wrote her this little ditty
To the most beautiful girl in the world

Her silky skin burnished like mahogany burl
Beaming bright where she was sitting

I couldn\'t stop thinking about the girl

 

Bayahíbe Rose, by God’s hand, impearled

Drizzled with little raindrops brightly glinting

I couldn\'t stop thinking about the girl

The tiny girl smiles with strings of Pearls

Her tilted head with innocent eyes twinkling

Holding captive all our eyes, Dominican girl

For you girl, the party’s jingling and tinkling