The other day we were studying Alexander Pope and his particular literary style; the "heroic" couplet. Pope used a form of iambic pentameter with ten syllables - five stressed, five unstressed - and every couplet rhyming at the end. I decided I'd have fun and do my own...so here you go. It's untitled

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If love be the mount of greatest ascent
Rather would dreaming be readily spent
Dreams with rhythm and dreams which always speak
Of the kind of love that makes knees go weak.

Love be the truest test of fortitude
Of always dealing in uncertitudes
The sweet romance that makes you scream and shout
Than claim that you would rather live without

A miracle of impossible means
To meet a woman who says what she means
Layers unfold like petals of a rose
But so do thorns, and like the sharpest prose
They leave you wounded in the deepest part
Straight through the skin, only piercing the heart

Yet still true beauty we will always seek,
In the darkest places and weathered peak
In the shadows and ghosts of lovers past
In the fresh lain snow and the summer's last
But what we find isn't what we have dreamed
For the beauty within isn't easily gleaned.


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It was kind of a random part to stop at, but I was done. lol. hope if anyone reads this, they enjoy it