Best Rondeau
When true love came, my heart was free.
None other had a claim on me.
Aware true love may not knock twice,
I was prepared to pay the price.
True love stood there resolutely.
An innocent, I couldn't see
it was the truest love to be.
Love made no effort to entice,
When true love came.
With an unfettered jubilee,
I searched my heart and found the key.
The time had come to throw the rice
For love made of sugar and spice.
When true love came.
7/11/16
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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