Never have I seen a creature so divine,
Though my eyes have traveled far and wide.
Oh, how I long to make you mine.
Such long, dark hair with such a shine.
About your beauty I have never lied!
Never have I seen a creature so divine.
Day after day I await a sign,
And always have I tried and tried.
Oh, how I long to make you mine.
My friends tire of hearing me whine,
Though you will never see that side.
Never have I seen a creature so divine.
Smiles so shy and features so fine.
To think this is after and I have died.
Oh, how I long to make you mine.
For years I've tried to draw the line,
Signs of my obsession to hide.
Never have I seen a creature so divine,
Oh, how I long to make you mine.
Though my eyes have traveled far and wide.
Oh, how I long to make you mine.
Such long, dark hair with such a shine.
About your beauty I have never lied!
Never have I seen a creature so divine.
Day after day I await a sign,
And always have I tried and tried.
Oh, how I long to make you mine.
My friends tire of hearing me whine,
Though you will never see that side.
Never have I seen a creature so divine.
Smiles so shy and features so fine.
To think this is after and I have died.
Oh, how I long to make you mine.
For years I've tried to draw the line,
Signs of my obsession to hide.
Never have I seen a creature so divine,
Oh, how I long to make you mine.
Author notes
I have a class with an amazing young lady, whom I have an odd fascination for. I just can't seem to get over her, even though it's been about two years.
I'm not in love with her, haha, I have a love already. I'm just rather taken with her.
Also, I KNOW HOW TO WRITE A VILLANELLE WTH. Yeah, these things are neat. Fun, too!
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Comments
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The point of view of the poet reminds me of the line from "The Impossible Dream": "to love pure and chaste from afar"
We see put into words the secret admiration that may or may not lead to action. For those who know us it may not be a secret (My friends tire of hearing me whine,), but the object of affection may never know of it (Though you will never see that side.).

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You have sculpted these words beautifully..
I see a stunning entity..
with almost angel qualities...
So beautiful and soft lass...
a memorible piece of art...
Bless you
little gypsy,
Liam

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I love it, your poetry reminds me of some of Sapho's poetry. Very passionate.







