My broken heart sown with golden thread,
will this heart's wound once again heal?
She said, "I think the answer you shall dread."
Must I toil so, to get her out of my head?
Her wounding words making me reel!
My broken heart sown with golden thread.
Love songs, sang to her, she was misled,
it was but my appeal, my pent-up zeal,
She said, "I think the answer you shall dread!"
Dear sir, there is another I love instead.
Piercing pain so searing, the hurt so real,
my broken heart sown with golden thread.
What blindness preyed upon what I misread?
As her words echoing, unreeling, so surreal!
She said "I think the answer you shall dread."
If there was no other, could we move ahead?
Would you partake in a romance, sweet Camille?
My broken heart sown with golden thread,
She said, "I think the answer you shall dread."
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Author Notes
This poem form uses a rhyme scheme and a lot of repetition - there are 19 lines in total: Five stanzas of three lines (tercets) with an ABA rhyme scheme
One stanza of four lines (quatrain) with an ABAA rhyme scheme
The first line of stanza 1 is repeated as the final line of stanza 2 and 4, and the third line of the final stanza.
The third line of stanza 1 is repeated as the final line of stanza 3 and 5, and the fourth line of the final stanza.
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