Terza Rima in Iambic Pentameter
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The Coldest Night Precedes the Warmest Day
But If You Were To leave me in the night
time, Then these words would cease to e'er decay
Once kind, my vision has become a blight
Please pluck my eyes from me and make me blind
No longer can I bear this curse of sight
Who knew that you so lovely, so kind
could cause my heart unbearable torment
and shatter every fragment of my mind
One soul has never known such discontent
Nauseating pain that I cannot hide
and now I fear I might begin descent
into madness without you by my side
01 Oct 2013, 11:12 am
