The only Italian works of art I know are the Mario Bros theme song and funiculi funicula.
Although I will probably come off as an edgelord, I guess there's no avoiding it. I also have no idea how to do poetry without rhyming, so…
Why do I feel
You're no longer mine?
What moves my hand
To push away thine?
Though I love you for you
And cannot deny
Your body, your mind, you soul comply
With what a great woman should be and do.
Your soul is a Merging of black and white!
Of wisdom and ignorance
Of subtle love and blind hate
Of will to survive yet will to chance
I try as i might to indulge in your charms
Of the admirable type
How can one ever hope to wipe
The sins you embrace and carry with hands and arms?
I used to be so good as dismissing such things
Tis only your wholesome traits that matter
When choosing 'tween your faults and your strengths
I'd 'gnore the former and take the latter.
But why do i frown upon
What so often I ignored before--
Your detachment, bitterness and fear pour o'er!
Is it because whilst you've stayed still
I've healed; moved on?
Well now my mood is kinda shot.
