Those Who Live in Grass Houses

Darling!

Darling!

Oh sweet object of my desire,
my world is dark without you,
my heart consumed with fire,
till you return to me anew.

The past is now a long lost book,
all bitter thoughts forgotten,
at my transgressions do not look,
new promises I have begotten.

Forgiveness is the thing I crave,
I pray that you will now relent,
remember that it’s me you save,
and don’t forget to pay the rent.


Line count: 12
Quatrains rhymed abab
For PromptMaster! Feb Week 4 Prize Prompt
Prompt: The worst thing to accidentally include in a love letter.