She Was A Beautiful [ Terza Rima Sonnet]

I knew her, ere, when she was a teenage

As I remembered, O! It was flawless

She had a habit and loved to dress traje

We were a high school pupil and shameless

We coveted to had for our desire

Buddies have loved her, with no recklessness

To hear what she said and to admire

To be beloved, beyond to be a mere friend

We tried but not been considered by her

The age of younger, the puberty period

Of our love, to be her choice and man

In that year of human’s blooming time, O! God.

Now, an adult, age of thirty, and a woman

To see her self how she was a beautiful girl

Married another and checked by her children