THURSDAY POETICS, and the challenge is to write a compound word poem with set rhyme and meter given as aab and 883 in each of 5 3-line stanzas. Submitted to dVerse October 21, 2021.
PASSION'S NOT FOREVER
Our encounter was meant to be
though likely we did not foresee
In spite of the stormy forecast
we felt certain it would last
a long time.
Cluelessly we chose to forego
troubles that continued to show
us red flags
Enjoying passionate foreplay
we continued to seize the day
and savor it
'Til something we could not foretell
ended in our passion's death knell
it's all done.