(Modified) Villanelle by Abba Marie Moreno

(Modified) Villanelle

by Abba Marie Moreno

Fly, Love, and be what you (Always,) dream to be,

Your tomorrow's bright, and so is mine,

'Tis a shame, you could've flown with me.

A raging passion is what (I see(,

(that) Rapturous audacity is thine,

Fly, Love, and be what you dream to be.

You're a bit vexatious and weighty,

You've got some flaws (we all do) but, to me, you're fine,

'Tis a shame, you could've flown with me.

(Love)

Could have been a true lover of thee,

But I've given up, this is your sign (to),

Fly, Love, and be what you dream to be.

I hurt. You hurt me unknowingly,

This is, perhaps, how fates underline (much),

'Tis a shame, you could've flown with me.

For these reasons, I must set you free,

So now, I bid you well; go on shine,

Fly, Love, and be what you dream to be,

'Tis a shame, we could've flown as we.

(expectation.)