Upon a walk, his heart did spy
Fair blushing bud; his love did swell.
She smiled, a twinkle in her eye.
Upon this hope, his heart did fly.
For years, her love to gain he’d try
Her frown declined and darkness fell
Upon a walk, he took her life
In shining blood; her love does tell.
Today’s offering is in the triolet form.
Shay is today’s host for The Sunday Muse.