My love, I know you care, you love me true
Life is hard; I have taken a long time
You, others don’t see heartfelt prime
Follow and tolerate my journey bleu
My love I feel your pain, not exactly fair
This… not our parents’ lives, now our own
It was all different then, now alone
Fathom my mistakes, still fighting there
No one gets my fight of fame and fortune
Broadened boundaries, expanded hope
To work with me, all times, tolerate, cope
Expecting the impossible portion
Readjusted beliefs, constant abide
Reap my harvest with me, you must decide.
This is another type of poetry, A Petrachan, 14 line sonnet. ABBAABBACDDCEE octave rhymings.