She was, existed, amongst other women, for love’s sake
When my eye caught her sight, my spirits left
This corpse of mine: soul theft
My remains, were shaking, trembling: earthquake
My soul looked down upon my flesh quite rotten
My hand begged for support from a wall
Beatrice the loveliest of all
Somewhat cruel. She laughed, at my meat forgotten
Then life within that floating soul
Found its way back into me, a man
I was awake, not dead, and whole
Many tears I had to weep, when towards home I ran
At my desk, me being apparently a fool
I wrote a sonnet, of consolation, its feeble tool
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