A Sonnet Of Loyalty

By Andre Paoliello

Above all, my love is what I care the most about
Firstly, and with such zeal, and always, and so
That even facing the greatest grace in Earth
By it my thought would still be more delighted…

I want to live it in every single moment
And in its joy I will sing my chant
And laugh my laughter and cry my tears
Either in its grief or in its satisfaction

And then, later, shall be looking for me
Maybe death, sorrow of the living?
Maybe solitude, fate of the lovers?

May I be able to say about the love (I had) :
That may it be not eternal, since it is fire
But may it be infinite, as long as it lasts!

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