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He’s like my Beatrice and I’m like his Danté

I’m his Laura and he’s my Petrarch

Finding ourselves wrapped between world’s 

As our hearts and fingers intertwine 

Logic and reality wage war in our minds

That we could someday be together 

Yet as time stands it’ll take forever

You’re my ‘Beatrice and I am your Danté

I’m your Laura and you’re my Petrarch

© Melanie Arendse

Sonnet 227 – (2nd Stanza )

“You linger around bright eyes whose loving sting

pierces me so, till I feel it and weep,

and I wander searching for my treasure,

like a creature that often shies and kicks” 

~~~~~~Francesco Petrarch ~~~~~~