Those deep etched lines upon her face
Have been incised by love and caring.
I touch her cheek, my fingers trace
Those deep etched lines upon her face,
Which manifest her selfless grace;
Her gift of years. I stand declaring,
Those deep etched lines upon her face
Have been incised by love and caring.
favorite sentence: I stand declaring, Those deep etched lines upon her face Have been incised by love and caring. bri :) i don't 'know' triolet. i did know a Violet. no, she was a Fern, come to think of it. i don't think i care for triolet form, but i suppose you produced it faithfully.
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Beautiful and passionate piece of poetry embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. A lovely tribute to a loving wife. Remain blessed Lynn.