Of Petrarchan Love. Triolet Poem by Kevin Hulme
Of Petrarchan Love. Triolet
So, here I go pulling words from the air,
To a wondrous dear Soul thats fallen unto me.
Poetic bright jewels just fail to compare.
So here I go pulling words from the air.
To the reader's fine eyes I feel eager to share,
Of the precious Loved face I often do see.
So here I go pulling words from the air,
To a wondrous dear Soul thats fallen unto me.
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