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A Petrarchan Sonnet is the oldest sonnet form and utilizes one of the following three rhyme structures: (1) abbaabba cdecde, (2) abbaabba cdcdcd, or (3) abbaabba cdedce. There is usually a 'volta' or turn in perspective or mood within the piece.
I ask this question now before you all - Just what is love when faced with those three words? The pinnacle of feelings large as worlds, Or is it something tiny, something small That makes you feel as though you'd stumble, fall And all that's seen is out of focus, blurred. I found it rather silly and absurd That something you would say would make me crawl... But then I heard you speak of precious things - The things that gripped my heart and held it tight. And now, you see, I laugh, I cry, I sing, I dance, I weep, I giggle in delight. I feel as though I'd fly away on wings, For those three words you said to me tonight.
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