Sketchbook Triolet

 

Amor De Lohn Can I still love you and not hold your hand? Between your steps and mine, one thousand miles! They say we're building our house on sand... Can I still love you and not hold your hand? Yes, our possibilities expand: Broadband, webcams, headphones, virtual smiles... Yet, can I love you and not hold your hand? Between your steps and mine, one thousand miles! Cristian Mocanu, Ro

 

Bouquets I give to you my pledge of love— Red roses bloom in my garden. Let us in bliss eternal live. You gave to me your pledge of love: In both our hearts pure trust does lie! Oh! Shameful deceit! Our bargain— We have broken our pledge of love— The roses dead in our garden. John Daleiden, US

 

Autumn Aubade* In Autumn rain you went away with no kiss or words of fare-well; the day was dark—the sky was gray in Autumn when you went away your anniversary bouquet— twelve roses on the window sill left behind when you went away with no good-by—I fare thee well. * a love song sung at dawn John Daleiden, US

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