It is the pain, it is the pain endures.
Your chemic beauty burned my muscles through.
Poise of my hands reminded me of yours.
What later purge from this deep toxin cures?
[Refrain 1] The two repeated lines have been dancing around each other throughout the tercets, and here they finally meet at the quatrain, after serving their purpose of repetition to reiterate the cyclical nature of pain.
Villanelle It is the pain...