Is this a proper/acceptable petrarchan sonnet? If not, how can I improve it?

When you returned the roses bloomed
The birds sang and the sun shined
Darkness vanished from my mind
Gone was it forever with the gloom.
For, alone with you an a crowded room
With your loving hands, your eyes so kind,
Your hair of silk, your lips of wine,
When we kiss I hear doves croon.
Finally, gone is the sorrow
The nights spent alone, the nights so cold
Unclear distinction of lies and of truths
Now soundly sleeping, awaiting the morrow
Night spent dreaming of love in satiny folds
Now in my dreams I never lose you.