Rapt Yet Sad
I’m rapt, yet sad those times I see
that boy who means the world to me.
When he walks in, I cannot take
my eyes off him, nor can I break
the spell he weaves so seamlessly!
How can I ever be set free
from eyes as azure as the sea?
I’m dreaming, yet I dream awake
I’m rapt, yet sad.
With him I’d know felicity.
However, it is lunacy
to think that I could ever make
him mine! My heart will ever ache,
for he’s with HER, so it can't be!
I'm rapt, yet sad.
June 29, 2017 for the Form R Contest of Broken Wings
My choice of words: #2 Rapt. Poetry form choice: Rondeau
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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