Poetic Form - Rictameter.
Syllable count -
two-four-six-eight-ten
and return.
Shining
Spanish island
is where we were going.
when red vintage wine was flowing
and beautiful sparkling eyes were glowing.
But 'suddenly' your health declined
veils of haze hid the sun
lovelight never
Shining
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A poignant composition, beautifully executed!