Wishing and Hoping
We suitors were nervous while standing in line
'til mademoiselle informed us of her choice;
intoxicating, her bouquet divine,
like the vintage of a rich, full-bodied wine;
fearful she would not hearken to my voice,
overjoyed when she consented to be mine!
meter: 11/10/10/11/10/11
rhyme: abaaba
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