| echo of a lonely heart (a villanelle) |
| I thought desire often equaled fate And you twinned my heart's deepest fire (Wait, I'll get used to it in a minute, wait)* My only love sprung from my only hate,** Your eyes convinced my soul to spire But I thought desire often equaled fate To your wild stories could I not relate, But to your wild passion did I aspire (Wait, I'll get used to it in a minute, wait) I often watched as your hands would dictate Which part of me you would set afire I thought desire often equaled fate Today it is you I cannot bait And your fingers turned from flesh to lyre (Wait, I'll get used to it in a minute, wait) I guess I called you back too late And as years grow old I often tire I thought desire often equaled fate (Wait, I'll get used to it in a minute, wait) |
| (c) 2001 Krissi M. |
| *- From Faulkner, William, Sound and the Fury. It's page 72 if you find the Norton Critical Edition. **- You should know your Shakespeare. This is from R+J, and I can't remember right off hand which exact line it is... you look it up on yahoo's reference thing... PS - it's not plagiarism if you cite. |