To You My Villanelle I Plight My Troth

To you my villanelle I plight my troth A poem both dignified and full of play I love your form and elegance ,oh both In your form I’ll never insert oaths Neither will I boast of making hay To you my villanelle I plight my troth I’ll take you in my boat to the North Coast From you I expect no reward or pay I love your form and elegance ,oh both You are a welcome visitor to host Though you look both diffident and fey To you, dear villanelle, I plight my troth And when my friends come round we’ll drink a toast To wordsmiths and to poets on their way We love your form and elegance ,oh both On my bed at night I gently rest Knowing that I wander as your guest To you my villanelle I plight my troth I love your form and elegance ,oh both