An Italian love sonnet.
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Oh, for a mate who’d trade their love for mine
In mortal union all their life they’d bring;
A taste of sweetness causing heart to sing,
Of his passions deep I would drink like wine.
Alas and does my heart for true love pine,
A rapturous soul to which I could cling,
Of my loneliness would remove the sting.
No longer would I taste these tears of brine.
In hopeful stillness I will patient wait
On steadfast vigil through the starry night,
Not knowing when he shall enter my gate.
If Eros’ quiver to my heart was straight,
‘Tis Cupid’s arrow winging now in flight.
To know such tender love shall be my fate.
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