Rondeau Challenge: My Heart

I answered another the call of challenge from Cubby. This one is a Rondeau poem, which should be obvious by the title. Yes, it is dark and depressing. What do you expect? It’s the most wonderful time of the year. There are also a few imperfect rhymes. Ignore that. Let’s use our imaginations to pretend the rhymes are better than they are. That will make this depressing poem fun for everyone. It’s not nearly as good as my Terza Rima. Oh well. I will try to revisit these and try them in a style more befitting of this blog, meaning aliens and farts. Maybe robots and space pirates. Cheese? That would be fun.

If you are not aware, Rondeau is a form of Renaissance French poetry that originated in the late 13th century. It’s believed to have originated as a form of song. I looked up this one, too. Yep, I’m still a nerd.

My Heart

My heart is yours always, is that a crime?
Am I in exile till the end of time
I’m not here asking you to walk with me
But I’m here begging you to talk with me
I’m all alone, a line without a rhyme

I know I am the one who crossed the line
I was too late when you were right on time
Your smile lit up my dark life painfully
My heart is yours always

I took too long, and I ignored the signs
I thought I could leave you and him behind
How could I have taken so long to see
That you fit all my needs so perfectly
Now, he has your heart, but you still have mine
My heart is yours always