Here’s my entry for the day 3 of the poetry course. This one is as special to me as the last one and is on the cues of ‘trust’, acrostic and internal rhyme. This one doesn’t have internal rhyme (aside from the fate-late, which was completely accidental), by the way. I’m working on one that has it too.
Death marked the couple’s love
Every breath was too short.
A terrible fate, told too late,
To kill the one you loved.
He tried but failed, still fell for her.