Her fortune said, “Not likely to happen”.
Challenge accepted she said to herself.
A song in her heart started toes tappin’
Guarded for too long, she slid from the shelf.
“A penny for your thoughts,” he said, laughin’.
Rich beyond measure, his love was her wealth.
The murky bottom of the well is wise:
“someone loves to see the light in your eyes”.
dVerse – Frank is hosting and asks us to write Ottava Rima poems.