The love you gave, I felt alive,
Showing a way for hopes to thrive;
Can someone ever take your place?
My joyous heart, that with you stays; can they revive?

Time to say goodbye, tears in vain,
One last time under heaven’s rain;
No one can find your eyes but me,
Of earthly bonds you now are free; with God again.

This poem is in the form, Florette. In simplest terms, a Florette verse has four lines in a rhyme scheme A-A-B-A and a syllable scheme 8-8-8-12. In addition, there is an internal rhyme to B on the 8th syllable of the last line. The completed poem has two or more verses.
I found this form at Zongrik‘s last week, and was quite intrigued by it. Thanks, Z.

Shared with Open Link Night Week 43 at the D’verse Poets Pub ~&~ Carry On Tuesday.

(May 15th, 2012)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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