O calloused heart, how for art thou still beating,
Glances cast at thee thou hath repelled.
Taking flight at thy masters pleading,
How couldst thee in good conscience foretell.
Thou art more beautiful than the rose,
Tho thy thorns art no less deadly.
No more couldst I offer to thee my betrothed,
Than to be forthright of mind and steady.
Nay–this was not enough,
Thy blood and soul hast proved tainted.
Coarse is thine heart when passions in the rough,
Dante’s tragedy to my core hath been painted.
Were thou only more gentle of spirit, more tender and kind,
In my true love thou wouldst bath and no truer love wouldst thou find.
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
Hauntingly beautiful! You have a way with words, you do!
Thank you so much Shelby, I really do appreciate it. 🙂
amazing! what a sonnet!
Thank you, I love old English, but I’m never sure if it comes out right.
It sounds just right… Beautifully said…
Thank you very much my friend, I’m glad that you enjoyed the poem. 🙂
Lovely….you got me at “calloused heart”…painfully beautiful.
Thank you so much for the wonderful comment. I appreciate it my friend. 🙂
I have missed reading your poems…I have lots to catch up on:)
I’m not any better, I am so behind it isn’t funny, but I guess that just happens sometimes. 🙂
Life happens, Dominic! Isn’t it grand that as we age we stay busy still:)
Most definitely as a matter of fact I have been so busy lately that I have been neglecting my writing at least to the extent that I would like to write, but what can you do.
Record thoughts here and there…that’s what I have started on my smart phone…I hope you are well.
Great idea and actually I am doing really well, I feel like I am in a good place right now. Hopefully I can stay there.
I glad to hear that:)