Villanelles ARE tough…


VILLANNELLE


                I do not have the heart to this love lend,
                For what would be a moment: not, to fade,
                For even you, my distant green-eyed friend.

                I am too set upon my ways to bend,
                Even to save my soul. I am afraid
                I do not have the heart to this love lend.

                There is something wrong, that I must defend
                The reasons I am so, my dreams unplayed,
                For even you, my distant green-eyed friend.

                When we first met, then I did not intend
                To sink so deep into your eyes of jade:
                I do not have the heart to this love lend.

                I do not now desire to this love rend
                To shreds of dream, but will not soul abrade
                For even you, my distant green-eyed friend.

                The time is past that you might comprehend,
                But I must still try, as then, to persuade:
                I do not have the heart to this love lend
                For even you, my distant green-eyed friend.