Up on Brokeback, alone, for one full moon
Where two cowboys once made sweet blissful love
Their time together ended much too soon
'Twixt passion's flame and fond cooing blithe dove
Ne'er spoke o' loves true name or gave it sound
For their love was true, as true it can be
And it was truly rare, the love they found
After Four years apart, they finally could see
True love's ecstasy was theirs sure enough
They tendered the flames of campfire and heart
Alone, apart was exceedingly rough
=aside= Janice - I edited your line 8 slightly to make it fit this iambic pentameter stuff - 10 syllables! This is hard. Please don't hate me! Change it some other way if you want to! I just want to try it the 'right' way a time or two, see if we can do it!
--Lynne