Villanelle

There are not hours, in days or nights
when I do not dream of our embrace
I wonder at those sweet delights

You star in darkness shining bright
all lovers glance and full of grace
there are not hours, in days or nights

If I should be your quixotic knight
at windmills tilt with zest apace
I wonder at those sweet delights

In dappled moments my heart takes flight
‘cross these lines of empty space
there are not hours, in days or nights

Where once I doubt this gentle light
nor your heartstrings unlace
I wonder at those sweet delights

If these small words you see me write
and in those you find some place
there are not hours, in days or nights
I wonder at those sweet delights

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