She Will Be Loved (Villanelle)

She Will Be Loved (Villanelle)

She walks the streets at night, nowhere to go,
Man to man she wonders, full of deceitful cries,
Sorrow in her heart, on her face it does not show.

This pain that she feels. only she will know,
Cold is her heart, bleeding from these lies,
She walks the streets at night, nowhere to go.

Lost in this world, on her her knees she bends low,
Praying to god for forgiveness, take away her disguise,
Sorrow in her heart, on her face it does not show.

Sleeping near a dumpster to get out of the snow,
She will be loved, even if its only in god's eyes,
She walks the streets at night, nowhere to go.

Wishing she could just send this pain below,
Memories still linger, reminding her of goodbyes,
Sorrow in her heart, on her face it does not show.

The pain that she felt, only she will know,
Man to man she wonders, full of deceitful cries,
She walks the streets at night, nowhere to go,
Sorrow in her heart, on her face it does not show.

A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme: aba aba aba aba aba abaa. The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines).