She is like a moth with wings of soft silk,
A slight white violet laid snug in the grass.
With a sweet bright voice like honey and milk,
Fragile and transparent as stained glass.
If I were the night then she is the day,
she compliments me like green to my red.
She is my soul, my love, my life, my cuore1,
Calms my nerves and quiets my spinning head.
I could not live without anima mia2,
Her name is like strawberry on my lips.
She is a treasure, my tesorina3,
Without her my heart would fully eclipse.
She is the best thing to happen to me,
She makes me the best I could ever be.1-"My Heart" in Italian
2-"My Soul" in Italian
3-"Little Treasure" in Italian
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💛💗A Little Sonnet💗💛
PoetryI wrote this a while ago about a girl I liked. Her and I unfortunately don't talk anymore but I like to think what I felt before was real.