(a villanelle)
Listen to this poem:
We’re joined by an invisible chain
we try and fail to pull apart;
each link is forged of joy and pain.
Emotions overcame my brain.
Hopelessly smitten at the start,
we’re joined by an invisible chain
that weighs so little. Yet in vain
I try to free my restless heart.
Each link is forged of joy and pain.
What is the use if I complain
about this fate I can’t outsmart?
We’re joined by an invisible chain.
Let’s tally up the loss and gain
of taking Cupid’s poisoned dart.
Each link is forged of joy and pain
so here we are, and must remain.
We wait until death do us part.
We’re joined by an invisible chain,
each link is forged of joy and pain.