Feeling alive

Now I feel my heart, beat
Unlike I ever did before
Maybe I was incomplete

It is something indiscreet
That I think I adore
Now I feel my heart, beat

Too long in a backseat
Shame, I want more
Maybe I was incomplete

Savory, bitter, sour, and sweet
As I explore
Now I feel my heart, beat

It feels quite concrete
Whatever be in store
Maybe I was incomplete

A romantic conceit
Can knock on my door
Now I feel my heart, beat
Maybe I was incomplete

I’ve been wanting to write a ‘Villanelle’ for quite some time. And here’s my attempt at this fascinating form of poetry. Hope you enjoy this. Comments are welcome!