UniversalPoets

Scarletta (Petrarchan Sonnet) Scarletta; Oh my dark sabled mistress With thine opaline skin and silver tongue, Lilt quietly those sultry songs you've sung; That enraptures this soul that is restless In spirit; to gently caress this stress. Those midnight-blue eyes, and limbs thus summon A fulfilled and intriguing temptation Of thine encrimsoned and lithe appearance. Yet; why do you only remain in dreams-- And remain outside the reaches of me; Where I cannot, still not, hold onto you, In all thine exquisite, carmine figu'rine Which sings those tunes of sensuality, Leaving this anxious soul alone, untrue?

How can something so beautiful define hate? Think of all the love it can create. Its petals like a fountain of soft black lace, Such a lovely image full of elegance and grace. Even wilted and dying its beauty nothing can compare, It should only be given by someone who actually does care. You can find yourself lost in its haunting but calm presence, hypnotized by its sweet essence. If it did mean love, love that was real and undoubtedly true, I know deep down in my Heart i would probably give it to you.