Italian sonnet Stories

Sweet Gaia, Mother of the Earth, abidesIn contemplation of the rape she feels Upon her offspring, turning as it reelsFrom dying leas and woodlands on all sides. What kind of child is pitiless; derides The Mother that would answer his appealsFrom birth to death until he breaks the sealsOf honor, laughing as each lie collides. The children that still keep the faith are strong;Will carry burdens heavy for the weak,And know t...

The deep decline of love foretells our fate; In future dispositions of our hearts We lose them ever where they feel the dartsOf wrathful wreckers sending out their hate. So parsed may be the senses felt of lateThat we should know the endings or the startsOf all that feels so painful and thus smarts;As souls are severed we shall lose our mate. In congress may we join again my loveWith little thought of what may have been l...

A fairy tale in modern times was this When we became a twosome on the net.We started with a simple friendship yet It grew into a true affair of bliss. Our hearts were twined without a single kiss We vowed to always share and not forget Our love was fine, would never give regret But I forgot that hearts could go amiss. You lost yourself in someone else's eyes Someone you always wished instead of me So now I spend my time i...