Your Sweetness Clings (Villanelle)

O, Thy sweetness of yours clings upon my day
And thy love you lent is that of my shadow
So be it said, beneath your warmth I play

Be your heavenly scent glide along my way
I stumble upon your presence, this mean no harm
O, Thy sweetness of yours clings upon my day

Yes, here you tender with caress, so do I stay
Thou art I felt suggest things truly, be it done
So be it said, beneath your warmth I play

Thy butterflies and sweet honey, to taste I may
Thou borrowed time soon fade, this love will vex
O, Thy sweetness of yours clings upon my day

O, this bliss thee bestow, let it not betray
A brittle heart of thy pure love, this trust I lay
So be it said, beneath your warmth I play

This charm thee enchant, forever shall dwell and stay
Thy true love can be false no more, let it portray
O, Thy sweetness of yours clings upon my day
So be it said, beneath your warmth I play

Villanelle
A 19-line poem consisting of five tercets and a final quatrain on two rhymes. The first and third lines of the first tercet repeat alternately as a refrain closing the succeeding stanzas and joined as the final couplet of the quatrain.