Casanova's Sonnet

I may not see what you see
To trek the mount & the sea
I kept drown to leave you happy
Slit thee heart this make you free

Hopeless, restless & struggles from wrapped
In a den the mind was confused & trapped
Those tyrant will soon plumb & attack
For envy & belligerence they turn in flocks

The aroma of sweet flower’s scent
As synonymic as the devil’s trident
The amorist, Valentine furrow thy love
Bell in her name flares nihilism above

In abyss of phantasmagoria
A bewilderedness of amnesia
Thee embody thy river of oblivion
To brew & unravel the disconcertion

The bold prisoner in the cell
Was condemn & threw to hell
Subsume thy chaos & warfare
Thou politicians are inhumane

Jealousy, lust and death
Selfishness unturned regret
Roses and roses might soon wilt
But not truelove will ever tilt