Francine Roberts Poet Rhyme

His Fickle Heart - a Constanza

Once, this man, to me came.
   I fell in love too deep, too fast.
   A love I knew would forever last.

My heart was true, his played a game.
   I thought that he loved me too.
   That his love, like mine, was forever true

We were wed, I changed my name.
   I was happy for some years
   not expecting the coming tears.

Things would never be the same
   after he suddenly broke my heart.
   For he'd moved on, we had to part.

But his fickle heart I could not tame.
   He was never really in love with me
   but a woman in love sees what she wants to see.

Once, this man, to me came.
My heart was true, his played a game.
We were wed, I changed my name.
Things would never be the same
but his fickle heart I could not tame.



*first attempt at a constanza

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Don Johnson August 30, 2012 at 2:45 AM pretty good emotive cool, of love n life an parting fools, the hurting game, that's right

Delysia Hendricks August 29, 2012 at 10:49 PM Lovely constanza, Francine. I won't comment on the contents because you've written it so well the pain comes through strongly. I would hope it's a fictional write. You're not mentioning that you're entering the contest, but I hope you are. :)

Robert Pettit August 29, 2012 at 7:13 PM Your first attempt looks like a good one.