Leanings (villanelle)

Yours was the heart on which I leant
the arbour calm, you were my spring
we two, each other, would ever compliment

Our beings torments never rent
in harmony like melodies that cling
yours was the heart on which I leant

In passions arms, lies our intent
the ecstasy of love, be the ever suffering
come strings of lute play my lament

The summer sun it came and went
burned sweet affection, as my whim
yours was the heart on which I leant

Dusk's kiss of autumns long moments
the fall, tied garments from each limb
with bodies wrapped, to lie content

As unity will ever be, romances sweet present
 we were balanced, like perfection pinned
yours was the heart on which I leant
with bodies wrapped, to lie content