A Form of Beauty - Quatern
I imagined her as a poem
Perhaps as graceful as an elm
I'd love if she were a sonnet
All aglow in a pink bonnet
Like a red rose upon the stem
I imagined her as a poem
Just swaying in the falling rain
with the rhythm of a dizain
Perhaps she was a villanelle
With the charm of a terzanelle
I imagined her as a poem
She could be either one of them
Her words upon the page would chime
Flowing with beauty, like a rhyme
With lustre of a precious gem....
I imagined her as a poem
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