And now, a poetic interlude

I have a poetry blog, but since I'm particularly proud of this little ditty, I'll post it here, too! This is what's called a paradelle, which is one of the more demanding French forms, first appearing in the langue d'oc love poetry in the eleventh century. It is a poem of four six-line stanzas in which the first and second lines, as well as the third and fourth lines of the first three stanzas, must be identical. The fifth and sixth lines, which traditionally resolve these stanzas, must use all the words from the preceding lines and only those words. Similarly, the final stanza must use every word from all the preceding stanzas and only those words.

This took me a while to make...so without further ado, here it is:

Paradelle

I watched you float into my life
I watched you float into my life
As one would watch a snowflake fall
As one would watch a snowflake fall
A snowflake watched my life float
I would watch as you fall into one.

My heart is a blizzard of passion
My heart is a blizzard of passion
Covering sorrowful past in purest white
Covering sorrowful past in purest white
Purest passion covering my sorrowful heart
A past of blizzard is in white.

Dusk has come for the last time
Dusk has come for the last time
I open my heart to day light once more
I open my heart to day light once more
To day I open the last heart
My time has come, once more light for dusk.

My past has come to light as I watched
One snowflake of the purest white
Covering my heart in sorrowful dusk
I open a blizzard, watch passion fall
My heart in time would last for a day
Once more, you float to life.