A gift bestowed under the clear blue skies [Terzanelle]

I see my fated stars within his eyes,
as his orbs melt me as the sun does to snow-
a gift bestowed under the clear blue skies.

He reveals, it seems, in an earnest glow,
making my young heart skip a thousand beats,
as his orbs melt me as the sun does to snow.

Those mystic pools fail to reflect deceit.
He held me captive in his earnest glance,
making my young heart skip a thousand beats.

Like an arrow through the heart, I'm entranced.
With such depth and passion blazing no guiles,
he held me captive in his earnest glance.

What magic lies on his gaze with no vile?
Oh, how can such eyes bring to my soul mirth
with such depth and passion blazing no guiles?

It is the time for my heart's love rebirth.
I see my fated stars within his eyes!
Oh, how can such eyes bring to my soul mirth?
...A gift bestowed under the clear blue skies.

© 2006 by Debbie de Lara

A terzanelle is a poetry form which is a combination of the villanelle and the terza rima. It is nineteen lines total, with five triplets and a concluding quatrain.