Iambic pentameters form a verse,
And assonating vowels make a rhyme.
The beating of my heart is echoed here:
A symph'ny played to perfect, pulsing time.
© PB, AKA Sparka, better still - Skryboss,
1\3\2009,1.00 AM, Yorkshire.
Paul Butters
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-regular-rhyme/
