Bianca of Venice

Venice, the daughter of the sea Winding paths, waterways or cobblestones roads Rulers of the renaissance, noblemen would be Her navy full of conquests, her triumphs all would see From nobility rose, a woman fair Her life a whirlwind, with her share of despair Banished from Venice, for daring to speak Her desires and wit, did many a man seek The golden rose the pope did give As she fled to Florence, so young and deceived Her strength in spirit and a mind so refined Her friend Marco, the captain, with whom she dined He parted his wisdom as best he could He sailed victorious, for Bianca he should His secret was safe out on the seas Which is why he and Bianca, could never be Her royal blood would keep her in stead As nobility in Florence would turn their heads Francesco indeed would commission a palazzo For Bianca his mistress, in waiting, his queen The Grand Duchy of Florence, all powers bestowed A seeker of knowledge, of wisdom composed His Austrian wife, alone, cold and barren Could not compete, with his love yet to be They danced, they confided, in each they held A love of intellect, beauty and lust to be feld And sadly, one day, the enemies of Venice Plotted and schemed to bring about a demise The poison was swift, and an era did end In a villa in Florence, Francesco was dead Bianca his love, her beauty unblemished Fell by his side, and whispered to thee My dear, my love, it was meant to be Bianca Cappello (1548 – 17 October 1587) Note: OK OK I invented 1 new word, that's what poets do