Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Passion of Villanelle

Oh, Henri how I do miss you.

No island prison deters me.

Each day in a small boat I do

Row over so passionately

To show the world that I do care

Of love we have and love we had,

And such a bonding we did share.

It matters not that you went mad.

I know that such was caused by strife

Of having to face the cruel fate

We'd never be husband and wife,

That passion we both contemplate.

Henri, we never be apart,

For you will always hold my heart.