A Rhyming Reverie.

It was a dainty lady's glove; A souvenir to rhyme with love.

It was the memory of a kiss, So called to make it rhyme with bliss.

There was a month at Mt. Desert, Synonymous and rhymes with flirt.

A pretty girl and lots of style, Which rhymes with happy for a while.

There came a rival old and bold, To make him rhyme with gold and sold.

A broken heart there had to be. Alas, the rhyme just fitted me.