The Place I Belong (Villanelle)

The Place I Belong (Villanelle)

Through joy and within harm,
Although things just get harder,
I belong here in your arms.

Your skin is soft and warm,
My innocent, sweet lover,
Through joy and within harm.

I fall subject to your charm,
Through which I have discovered,
I belong here in your arms.

Quit giving me such smarm,
Before I run for cover,
Through joy and within harm.

Your love is an art form,
You're closer than no other.
I belong here in your arms.

Change is a violent storm.
Being with you is a wonder,
Through joy and within harm.
I belong here in your arms.

----Villanelle----:
The villanelle has no established meter, although most nineteenth-century villanelles have eight or six syllables per line and most twentieth-century villanelles have ten syllables per line. The essence of the fixed modern form is its distinctive pattern of rhyme and repetition. The rhyme-and-refrain pattern of the villanelle can be schematized as A1bA2 abA1 abA2 abA1 abA2 abA1A2 where letters ("a" and "b") indicate the two rhyme sounds, upper case indicates a refrain ("A"), and superscript numerals (1 and 2) indicate Refrain 1 and Refrain 2.