This is an almost-villanelle... I made the second repeating line into two lines, instead of one longer lines, because it made more poetic sense to do that, so... As far as I'm concerned, I wrote a villanelle.
I wrote a poem about a girl in my Art class -- she has downs, and she's absolutely sweet and loving, but... she has downs. She has no friends, so I've been trying to be nice to her. Sometimes it's really hard to understand what she says, maybe because of the swollen tongue thing... Anyway, I invited her to go ice skating with me and some of my friends, and I called her to tell her what time we were going. When she called me back, it turned out she couldn't go... She sounded so absolutely crushed, like she was two inches away from crying... It was heart-breaking, it really was. But -- this is for her. She will never read it, of course... but I titled it "For You" anyway.
For You
My heart breaks for you, my dearest
For your tiny face, smiling trust
Some would call it a curse – but no.
You are blessed.
I’ve heard them, impatient, as you protest
Heard every reprimand, however just
My heart breaks for you, my dearest.
I’ve seen you eat alone, but not depressed
I know that you’re glad for the meanest of crusts
Some would call it a curse – but no.
You are blessed.
Your eyes tilt up, as all could attest
And none could deny you are robust
My heart breaks for you, my dearest.
Many fear you, for this gift you’ve possessed
Since the day you were born – some look with disgust
Some would call it a curse – but no.
You are blessed.
For I see, through it all, not a soul you detest
And your sunshining light is beauty – it must!
My heart breaks for you, my dearest;
For some would call it a curse – but no.
You are blessed.
-Carlin
