Entry for The Write a Beautiful Terza Rima Contest: Sponsored by: Constance La France Date wrote 3rd April 26
The razor edge between his love and hate for her, he found so utterly sublime; So it became his only heightened state. Soft lips, soured by the bitterness of lime would, occasion, taste sweet of nectarine; as both performed this act of pantomime. At times, an alabaster figurine would whisper, sweet, in ear, with honeydew about such acts unthinkably yet seen. Forever, everlasting trapped, he knew an undeserving servant to his queen there never would be taming of this shrew. And he, in shadow, would remain unseen; waiting to taste the sugar or citrine.
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