Kevin Hulme

Of Petrarchan Love (Triolet)

So; here I go pulling words from the air,

To a wondrous dear Soul that’s fallen to me,

Poetic bright jewels just fail to compare.

So; here I go pulling words from the air,

To the Readers fine eyes I feel eager to share,

Of the precious Loved face I often do see.

So; here I go pulling words from the air,

To a wondrous dear Soul that’s fallen to me.