poetry

Italian Sonnet And The Moonlit Casanova.

To those who love each other dearly so
That the moon could not sustain its glow, and
It decides on lovers it’ll depend;
The cool and calm betwixt each is the flow.
The mind is engulfed by this cozy throw.
The night and darkness may seem like the end
But the comfort of moonlight is heaven sent.
Lovers and Moon, of each other they know.
To elaborate is a fatal crime
For I do not know of the glow or taste.
I would only err, per destiny’s claim.
I’m lacking the kindness needed to tame
The heart, an organ, now a ground up paste.
Alas, love took all but left me behind.

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