Amoretti Villanelle

With every breath I write

Ink, a medium of simple love

Of a passion shining bright

 

In the darkness, words a light

An angel’s tear fallen from above

With every breath I write

 

Some do not see with such light

They view only in shades of dove

Of a passion shining bright

 

Push me down try as you might

You will not receive a pale glove

With every breath I write

 

Do not speak with words of spite

Instead whisper sweet foxglove

Of a passion shining bright

 

Rest your heart, do not fight

You are the light that I dream of

With every breath I write

Of a passion shining bright.