Four On Rhyme
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It came to me, a gift so small.
A golden box with key and all.
The bows were tied to stay its fall....
It was a lovely thing!

The bearer of this gift to me
Bespoke of hidden joys to see
And made request with urgent plea....
Hold fast the prize I bring!

He bade me promise not to peek
Or open up the box...but keep
It sealed until a time to speak
Of love in hearts that sing.

Although I gave my honest word
To keep the gift unopened, heard
Within its chambered walls...absurd,
The call of loon in spring!

Oh joyous rapture to my soul!
The song of songs which now I hold
Within those chambered walls of gold....
Lie sounds of love on wings!
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Written for the Musical Poetry Challenge
Hostess: soumainiac

A nonce form by Sharon Peeples: Written in quatrains with lines
1, 2 and 3 of each stanza rhyming and having 8 syllables. The
fourth lines of each stanza rhyme and contain 6 syllables.
Any number of stanzas may be written.