The assignment was a triolet poem.

  TRUE LOVE

True love, like wine, grows deep with years

   When born at noon some clear spring day.

Through sleepless nights and bitter tears,

True love, like wine, grows deep with years,

Sweet solace as our sunset nears,

   Recalling when love came to stay.

True love, like wine, grows deep with years

   When born at noon some clear spring day.