Sonnet #1

My first attempt at an Italian Sonnet, dedicated to my loveliest Rachel.

It's difficult to write in style of my

Heroes of words and line, unsteady verse

As my capacity to love's my curse

My bitter broken heart has been a lie

For many months but still-- the hurt I try

To capture from a life I left, lips pursed

Not to speak of all the dark I emursed

Myself inside to try and hide the lie

I'm a happy, loving, young man inside

You've come and destroyed all I've worked to break

And melted all my hate for pretty things

And you light up the shadow where I hide

you make me human, make me try to make

the best of who I am and What I bring

Reviews

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This is wonderful and ever so beuatiful. Very well written, like the imagery you have presented. well done!