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The snow fell soft — a winter's grace, On Christmas Eve — 'tis sacred place. The fire crackled, so warm and bright, Casting shadows as soft as night. He knelt beside her with heart ablaze, With trembling hands and tear-filled gaze. With velvet box held in his hand, A purest symbol of love's command. "My dearest love," he softly sighed, "My heart's desire, my life's sweet guide. Will you, my dearest, forever be Bound to my soul, eternally?" She gazed at him with eyes so bright, A tear escaped — a glistening light. "Yes, my dearest," she whispered low, "My heart beats only for you, I know." The diamond rind, so pure and bright, Sparkled and gleamed — a wondrous sight. He slipped it on, a perfect fit, A promise sealed, a loving knit. They held each other, close and near, Whispering vows that's soft and clear. A love like theirs was a rare delight, In a Christmas Eve, bathed in starlight. WRITTEN FOR: "Write from the Heart Poetry Contest" LINE COUNT: 24 PROMPT: December Romances and the required form is Ballad. December is often considered a romantic time of year when couples decide to get engaged. It's a time of celebration and togetherness, with streets and homes decorated for the holidays. A short narrative poem with stanzas of two or four lines and usually a refrain. The story of a ballad can originate from a wide range of subject matter but most frequently deals with folk-lore or popular legends. They are written in straight-forward verse, seldom with detail, but always with graphic simplicity and force. Most ballads are suitable for singing and, while sometimes varied in practice, are generally written in ballad meter, i.e., alternating lines of iambic tetrameter and iambic trimeter, with the last words of the second and fourth lines rhyming. |