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Terza Rima Sonnet: A Happy Ending

Moonlight at midnight feels like forty degrees,

As winter whispers, body starts to shudder,

Sitting close, eyes lock, he gives a gentle squeeze.


Emotions making my heart all aflutter,

Overcome with love my words cannot explain,

Tongue gets twisted and I begin to stutter.


We step inside for a bottle of champagne,

Heartfelt “I love you,” nothing else could be said

Tonight’s the night I can no longer abstain.


Sharing this special night and morning ahead,

Nerves at ease now and I’m feeling kinda bold,

Slipped away and returned wearing something red.


Oops! I’m so sorry, the rest just can’t be told,

Suffice to say passion could not be controlled.


©️2020 CSNelson, Don’t Forget the Half

Inspired by Tuesday Writing Prompt “as winter whispers”

Author:

You know, writing about myself has always been a challenge. It's not that I'm unsure of who I am but rather I like people to discover me on their own. I will tell you this much - I'M REAL! I guess that's all you need to know for a first approach; stick around and you'll understand the power behind that statement. What I do is another story! I embrace life hoping to live my purpose as a mother, daughter, sister, confidante and friend; I laugh, cry, and support; I admire, like and love; I listen, read and write. Most importantly, I have faith and thank God for all of me. My intent is to inspire others using my gifts and "Don't Forget the Half" reminds me to cast nothing aside. Want to know more? Discover along with me as I live my life out loud.

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