Day Twenty Three
Italian Sonnet
As honeysuckle rambles round round the post
red roses in first bloom will soon appear
intoxicating scent while you are near
as butterflies sip nectar from their host
so I must linger near you as a ghost
such loveliness in lilac to revere
forever will my love be true my dear
existing in this silence grieves me most
for never will I hold you to my heart
nor hear your words of love in dead of night
the suddenness of death caused us to part
you gave me poisoned wine, a traitors dart
with honeysuckle scent at days first light
a sweet betrayal, an assassin's art
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