( I tried to write my poem below in Welsh Cyhydedd Fer form). It is formed in a couplet two-lined stanzas and each line has 8 syllables.)

Fair Ladies :

When I looked at those piles of leaves,
My eyes saw them as fair ladies;

The leaves were dry with lots of rust,
I was surprised to see what passed;

They had heart-like shapes on the ground,
I walked round and round, round and round;

I could not find a perfect heart,
All looked wounded by a fierce dart;

I thought that I was not so well,
Our good heaven was their bad hell,

Then I learned: "Love means suffering",
None was better but battering .

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