The rain pours down like tears from the dark sky
But I fear not, for my protector stays
And he is with me on all stormy days
Even though neither of us remains dry.
As we walk far, my heart's wish I deny
But I look at him, pained in many ways;
I know my love is betrayed in my gaze.
He sees it, and so I begin to cry.
"My dear friend," I sob, "do you understand?"
He must, for he's touched by my painful plea
And then holds me tight to him as can be.
"My love," he says, "Please now take my hand,
For without you I should never be whole;
I understand you with my heart and soul."
Author notes
My first (and sad) attempt at a Petrarchan sonnet. Partially inspired by today's rainy weather.
Does it flow well? Could you feel the emotion?
Comments
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interesting. and not to shabby, definitely a good idea.
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