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This is my first Petrarchan sonnet... Grey days of loss and loneliness are here Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep No ray of light predicted to appear Just disappointment, emptiness and fear And sacred dreams discarded in a heap By some abyss of faith too wide to leap In ruins lies the love we held so dear Wise folk will say there will be love again That suns come up, and suns go down, and yet All I perceive is darkness, drear and grim All I can feel is searing hurt and pain My heart, my fingers, too burnt to forget All blistered, from the flame I hold for him by Gail