I just wrote this one, and I like how it turned out:
Twelfth Sweet Nothing
(Time, Space, Love Continuous)
by Chris J. Shull
A thousand years do I foresee
To find a-one that's fair as she.
But sail I will from sea to sea
With hopes that I may get lucky.
A thousand miles from here to there
With fears that I will get nowhere.
But I can stand the wear and tear
To find someone for which to care.
A thousand heartbreaks in between
Could cause a mighty oak to lean.
But even as my eyes do stream
I'll hold on to my lovely dreams.
As the subtitle would suggest, I like the play of adding love to space-time. I also like the way the meter here is (or nearly is) dead on iambic tetrameter.
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