I fall into your arms widespread,
And trust that you will hold me fast.
‘Tis time to see my head and heart be wed.
Those wistful days when heart lay dead;
Why resurrect what’s now long past?
I fall into your arms widespread.
When heart ceased beating, turned to head;
Believed my thinking unsurpassed.
‘Tis time to see my head and heart be wed.
Had love e’er poked me, I’d have bled,
Yet stubborn flesh unpunctured to the last.
I fall into your arms widespread.
Then hanging, finally, by a thread;
Believed that fate in stone was cast.
‘Tis time to see my head and heart be wed
No more does night descend with dread.
Who knew you’d light a lamp if asked?
I fall into your arms widespread;
‘Tis time to see my head and heart be wed.
defying atrophy 
I prefer this villanelle in the third-person, but of course they are both lovely.
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I thought the third person might work better for the average reader. That’s why I wrote both.
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