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There're no enough gold, diamonds or love
to give you enough for what you gave me,
a future, a reason to die or live.

There's nothing more important in the life
of a man born to die but one true love
that a woman like you are can inspire.

You don't know what you are, so beautiful
that roses bow their blooms in front of you.

You think you're nothing and don't know your smile
give life to a man every day and night

You think you're a burden but there's someone
who cares and love you so much, you don't know
that he's dying when he can't see your face.

Flavio Lerda's Questions:

I am a student at Politecnico of Torino.

I want some help to express thing with the metric and rhythm.

I would like also to know more about the way to find a right metric and form (verse length, number and metric) from classics (I think about Shakespeare Sonnets).