This rose demands no favour from my heart
Toils daily, yet finds no fault in me
A gift of love delivered remains free
There is hope, we will never be apart
Spiritual smatterings are just the start
This ring combines our souls as one, aptly
Free will holds huge power, this loves mercy
Those that hope to break us, fail to thwart.
Apart from mad demons, seeping, loathing,
Were born of my meek mind, birthing sadness
Despite your shroud , depression is baiting
Ceaseless intrusions bore doubt so dauntless
Fight death inside, brains corridor brawling
If love loses, life succumbs to bleakness.
My attempt at an Italian sonnet
emphasis on the word attempt
This is really decent, Darren. I've written a few of these and they are so difficult to do. The only issue I ever have with them is their lack of flow as compared to an English sonnet (to my ear, anyway). I'm just not sure the rhyme scheme is as fluent.
Anyway, well done. As above, these are so hard to do.