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Villanelle Romantic Poems | Villanelle Poems About Romantic

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A Love Lost

How could I be so careless with you?
	Allowed my dreams to be expectations.
	I loved you so much but now I have lost you.

	To another’s arms I flew,
	what were my intentions?
	How could I be so careless with you?

	She laughed and bid me adieu,
	was I fooled by her fairy like tokens?
	I loved you so much but now I have lost you.


	Why could I not stay true?
	All that is left, just disillusions,
	How could I be so careless with you?

	While I was alone my love blossomed anew
	I think of you and my life sweetens
I loved you so much but now I have lost you.


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Passion's Embrace

In passion's embrace I lay
held tightly to my lover's chest
watching as the night turns to day

beams of sunshine light up the bay
as I play with my lover's vest
in passion's embrace I lay

In his hair my fingers do stray
his kiss lingering with love's zest
watching as the night turns to day

My laughter rings out oh so gay
as teasing he nips me in jest
in passion's embrace I lay

Now in my heart loves tunes do play
we dance my head against his chest
watching as the night turns to day

To the musical notes we sway
ever together in love's quest
in passion's embrace I lay
watching as the night turns to day


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And Her Sugarless Tea

Now for warm oatmeal with honey and her sugarless tea
To this chrysoberyl dawn rescue from chuted linen bedlam,
For here's a bedside tale to whispered promise and plea.

She sits on her hands and shuffles her ugg boots,
And watches me toast, I'm butter, I'm smoked ham.
Now for warm oatmeal with honey and her sugarless tea.

Pepper shakes, egg white eyes, her yawning toots,
Her champagne hair bubbles still of our liquory sham,
For here's a bedside tale to whispered promise and plea.

The wonder to her sprite body and this morn in cahoots,
When I feels like I'm sunken, with lids like a sleepy clam.
Now for warm oatmeal and honey and sugarless tea.

Not flowers on feathers, hoodlums we are - munchy and moose,
Nothing much matters but her lippy kiss coat of strawberry jam
For here's a bedside tale to whispered promise and plea.

This first light and cigarette and her shuffling caboose
Closer, comfier, her smile on my shoulder, to the day be damn' 
Now for warm oatmeal with honey and her sugarless tea,
For here's a bedside tale to whispered promise and plea.