How I do love to write the words of yours,
Writing desires and nights of love in life,
Until became endings of great and lore.
Living in dreams until again a wife
Repeat to sing of love and pain today
With same arranged in war and fights and strife.
Do I should change the lines of my own way?
Better should I then write stories of things
To keep repeat and pain of strife away.
To write of peace, forgive, receive the wings.
Very tough work, indeed. Tonight, we fold.
The wish in heart of she who loves, who sings.
Follow the tunes of lyre his hands can hold.
Don’t heed the mind and love of him who flees
To face the game of now against the cold.
Today, you change the lives of great amiss.
Note: The poem above is in response to the post on the NaPoWriMo website titled, “The Halfway Mark.” The optional prompt for us today is to write a poem in terza rima. This form is commonly written in iambic pentameter by English poets. I hope that my iambic pentameter in terza rima is correct.