His heart was her home, but his home was a cage,
Her rational mind knew it was a grandiose prison;
Against her emotions, a battle she couldn't wage,
For her petulant heart never could heed to reason.

Her rational mind knew it was a grandiose prison,
That she had no wants, it would always seem;
For her petulant heart never could heed to reason,
Not realising that she had given up her dream.

That she had no wants, it would always seem,
After all, a wealthy loving husband she had;
Not realising that she had given up her dream,
In doing everything little thing to make him glad.

After all, a wealthy loving husband she had,
His heart was her home, but his home was a cage;
In doing everything little thing to make him glad,
Against her emotions, a battle she couldn't wage.

The above is a pantoum poem (derived from the pantun, a malay verse form; more specifically from the pantun berkait, a series of interwoven quatrains). It is composed of a series of quatrains; the second and fourth lines of each stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next stanza. The pattern continues for any number of stanzas, except for the final stanza, which differs in the repeating pattern. The first and third lines of the last stanza are the second and fourth of the penultimate; the first line of the poem is the last line of the final stanza, and the third line of the first stanza is the second of the final. A four stanza pantoum is common.