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.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline)
- Published: January 25th, 2025 20:53
- Comment from author about the poem: I Love Reading Petrarch’s Poems for Laura. It’s a Poem of Unrequited Love. It’s an Eight-Line ‘Triolet’ Written with a ABaAabAB format.
- Category: Love
- Views: 14
Comments2
This sounds in many ways like a song.Very nice
I suppose it does. What’s Lloyd Webber’s Phone Number?
Thanks for reading.
The repentant the rhyming scheme makes these exquisite lines pop out! 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
Yes , it is a bit unusual. Thanks for reading.
*repetition* 🙏🏻 You’re welcome Kevin 🕊👍🏻
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