Old Petrarch quite liked Sonneteers to moan
Like him, for women that they couldn't get
He wanted everyone to fuss and fret
Although some of us like to be alone.
There are those who work best when on their own,
They do not want to compromise just yet,
But Mr Sonnet let himself forget
That some on earth develop hearts of stone.
At times we all put on a public face
So we can keep what we like safe within
And no one can our inner feelings tell.
Living alone is no more a disgrace
Than trying hard to cover up a sin
Like couples who fake love but live in hell.
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