on an exquisite vegan meal. Some wine
for you, my love, while I
will be satisfied, more than fine,
with Pinot Noir grape juice.
As usual, long before the clock reads nine,
though we have talked of our selves,
we both know how splendid, how fine
it is to be parents, and we talk
of our sons, and our hands entwine.
I find myself rich in love,
as I am yours and you are mine.
* * * * *
It is clear to me now, having read other's poems, that I misunderstood the form of the ghazal. It should have a refrain that repeats, not the rhyme scheme that I used. Additionally, each couplet is supposed to stand alone, but I have carried thoughts from one stanza to the next. Oh well...
I did write about wine and love, and did allude to my name in the last stanza. This is an intriguing form, which I am sure I will attempt again.