A staunch tin soldier hanging on the tree
would sometimes give the fairy one quick glance,
but dressed in garb so gold and glittery,
she seemed too fine to give the lad a chance.
He told himself that there could never be
a time the two would share a warm romance,
as pain almost too great for him to bear
made Christmas eve a night of deep despair.
But what this soldier failed to realize
when he gave up and let his teardrops stream
is that his golden lass had heard his sighs
that stirred within her heart a love supreme.
Imagine then how great was his surprise
when morning dawned and she fulfilled his dream,
that Christmas day when wishes all came true
as his sweet fairy whispered, "I love you."
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Author Notes
The ottava rima is a poem in 8 line verses in iambic pentameter. The rhyme scheme is ABABABCC DEDEDEFF and so on, depending on the number of verses.
re/a/lize is three syllables
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