Villanelle: O What a Way To Go They Say Locked In Lover's Arms
Villanelle : O ! What a way to go They Say locked in Lover's Arms
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
Damned he or she be to live curséd life alone
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
Lone bodies shiver in beds quothing inane psalms
No body loses heat when both stoke flesh and bone
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
No Romeo with potion Juliet embalms
Had not either to deep mock sleep stayed up immune
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
Some prefer the chivalrous spears of knights-at-arms
Others prefer not to go at all all alone
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
Passion mounts the pressure on lonely hearts' dire charms
The choice in these cases is either stroke or be-gone
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
The lesson here is simple : by the bed stock arms
He who must go first may her shoot ere he is blown
O ! What a way to go They Say locked in lover's arms
Do we not all smother most what we love sans qualms
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2018
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2018
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