On furrowed brow was etched her soul
this thing called love a puzzle true,
her heart about to lose control
and butterflies around they flew.
This thing called love a puzzle true
as melting smiles criss-crossed her face,
it felt like softly falling dew
as love within her heart was placed.
Her heart about to lose control
yet suddenly she felt so strong,
this empty space would now be whole
a love to whom she'd now belong.
And butterflies around they flew
as spring invaded with a start,
for love had now made its debut
to dwell forever in her heart.
Author notes
Retourne:
Like so many other French forms, the Retourne is all about repetition. It contains four quatrains (four-line stanzas), and each line has eight syllables. The trick is that the first stanza's second line must also be the second stanza's first line, the first stanza's third line is the third stanza's first, and the first stanza's fourth line is the fourth stanza's first. Retournes do not have to rhyme.
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- Retourne to Form by Age of Rain.
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Comments
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The imagery rendered itself perfectly in my mind. This is soft and endearing and has that breathy sort of beauty to it. Well done!
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