The deep decline of trust foretells our fate; In future dispositions of our hearts.They may be rent when once we feel the dartsOf wrathful liars sending out their hate.So parsed may be the senses felt of lateThat we should know the...
italian sonnet
A fairy tale in modern times was this When we became a twosome on the net.We started with a simple friendship yetIt grew into a true affair of bliss.Our hearts were twined without a single kissWe vowed to always share and...