An Italian Sonnet.
My heart he broke. I feared it would not mend.
My gift he stole, and left me far behind.
No hope of joy--No peace was I to find.
The world was dark, my grief too great to fend.
I sat me down and wept, my heart did rend
In two, too weak to fight, too loose to bind.
I saw the end in sight--it was not kind.
I prayed, I cried, I pled for God to send
The one my heart would need to make it heal,
The man who loves and does not stress the soul.
He came at last--my Love, who does not leave.
Begin again, my life, my love--a seal
Set firm. Breathe free, loosed soul. Look up, the goal
Has been secured-- reward of love received.