The roses are fresh,
The scent is strong...

A beating heart,
a flushing face...

'Twas one december 'eve,
the story which i relate...

Oh, to be relieved from secrets vast,
The happenings of a bleak past...

Love you from the early morn,
Love you from the hazy dawn...

In the winter nights gone by,
I lay upon the whitened ground...

Now from us the summer departs,
Uprooting itself from upon our hearts...

Wind in the trees,
Leaves shake and fall...

And in my coloured fantasy,
There's a world of you and me...

Rictameter:
A rictameter is a nine line poetry form. The 1st...

It's whispered amongst the flowers,
In reds and blues and yellows...

I put my hand in my pocket,
And noticed I'd lost my keys...