Poem: Vlad - Thinking of you

Vlad - Thinking of you

I'm pale, dear, just thinking of you
The blood rushes straight to my head.
When I think of you - I see red,
Knowing your temper, what you might do.

The first time I met you, I knew that we two
Were entwined - by each other were fed.
I'm pale, dear, just thinking of you
The blood rushes straight to my head.

When we're alone, dear, we do nothing but coo
But when you are gone, I feel dread,
I fear we will never be wed,
Not live together (nor be quite dead)
I'm pale, dear, just thinking of you.



* Rondel format - Two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows:
ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.

Published for One Shot Wednesday - Week 44.