I walked along the shore again to think
and realize I’ve chosen to feel deep
as only in myself, my vows can keep
and stay in honesty, so no to sink.
Though difficult it is to understand
why sometimes my own right will have to give
as it makes easier the way I live
and I can walk with someone hand in hand.
A little while a wave became my friend
to keep me company in my sad pace
and told me it’s the same in every place,
but then and there our strolling had to end.
In time to wonder where our friendship went,
the wave died on the land without a trace.
I tried to do a Petrarchan sonnet, if this is one, please tell me