Day 47:

Aug 16-Ottama Rima, abababcc, all in Iambic Pentameter.

I miss the sight of your enchanting face

To see you gone has made me feel so blue

Your eyes, your voice, the warmth of your embrace

If only I could know our love was true

But something took away our loving grace

And tore apart what can’t be fixed with glue

My dear, I’ll always miss you throughout life

I’ll never know what caused the source of strife.