I wrote this ABA CBC format, hope you can understand.
Quarter way in my journey of my hearts story I woke to find myself in a dark light, pain has engulfed my ever breathe for her I may never have glory. I Looked to the sky and peered as far as I could see and there it was oh' so very bright, Swirling green might all around me. Rising to my feet I stood to acclimate to feelings inside me, all which the skies precipitate. Once on my feet I stumbled in sickness for standing so fast made me dizzy, I fell on my back and saw Cygnus. "There you are," a voice said as my tears began to stream on my face, "We have been waiting for you here, in the Land of the Misled." "Why am I here? for what reason am I in this place?" I cried out in such fear. And it to I, " Please don't shout this is a place of reflection, In due time you will know that this is all about." And I to it, " Oh please kind being what foul act have I committed or for which of my Imperfections? What are all these images that I am seeing?" And it to I, "In due time you will see all your pain and all your worries and all your heartache, has all be done unjustly." And I to it, " Of Meri I belive you speak, the girl of whom's face I see every moment from the time that I wake. Please tell me now of my love for her by which you critique." The sun, which rained an eerie yellow light, revealed a quaint path to a land of unknown horrors. The sound of which corrupted my soul with unconditional blight. Then I began: "Oh being, Tell me now! What is this place? This place with unsung explorers, Answer me with truth and do not disavow!" And it to I, "Sad poet, listen to your heart speaking. This is The Land of Thought and Understanding. You must travel this land through to claim whom your heart is seeking- Your quest for love begins on that forsaken route. Beware, Sad Poet, the path will not be easy, as there will be many obsticles withstanding. However, if you shall make it to the end, you shall be please with the fruits of your persuit." And I to it, "Virgil helped the strayed Dante in his journey through Hell, thus shall I be given a guide to lead me through this place? Please great being, this you must tell." As the last word slipped past my lips, The great being of whome I was speaking to formed together infront of my face. His majesty, my height he did eclipse.
Quarter way in my journey of my hearts story I woke to find myself in a dark light, pain has engulfed my ever breathe for her I may never have glory. I Looked to the sky and peered as far as I could see and there it was oh' so very bright, Swirling green might all around me. Rising to my feet I stood to acclimate to feelings inside me, all which the skies precipitate. Once on my feet I stumbled in sickness for standing so fast made me dizzy, I fell on my back and saw Cygnus. "There you are," a voice said as my tears began to stream on my face, "We have been waiting for you here, in the Land of the Misled." "Why am I here? for what reason am I in this place?" I cried out in such fear. And it to I, " Please don't shout this is a place of reflection, In due time you will know that this is all about." And I to it, " Oh please kind being what foul act have I committed or for which of my Imperfections? What are all these images that I am seeing?" And it to I, "In due time you will see all your pain and all your worries and all your heartache, has all be done unjustly." And I to it, " Of Meri I belive you speak, the girl of whom's face I see every moment from the time that I wake. Please tell me now of my love for her by which you critique." The sun, which rained an eerie yellow light, revealed a quaint path to a land of unknown horrors. The sound of which corrupted my soul with unconditional blight. Then I began: "Oh being, Tell me now! What is this place? This place with unsung explorers, Answer me with truth and do not disavow!" And it to I, "Sad poet, listen to your heart speaking. This is The Land of Thought and Understanding. You must travel this land through to claim whom your heart is seeking- Your quest for love begins on that forsaken route. Beware, Sad Poet, the path will not be easy, as there will be many obsticles withstanding. However, if you shall make it to the end, you shall be please with the fruits of your persuit." And I to it, "Virgil helped the strayed Dante in his journey through Hell, thus shall I be given a guide to lead me through this place? Please great being, this you must tell." As the last word slipped past my lips, The great being of whome I was speaking to formed together infront of my face. His majesty, my height he did eclipse.