Romeo  Romeo - where for art thou Romeo?

Speak that I should hear your voice, rejoice

that deafened ear should hear you call my name…

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The quality of love is not defined,

yet trippeth from the tongue with gentle ease,

to each and every one of us a meaning

as fickle as the feather on a breeze

 

Speak not to me, I pray, of star crossed lovers,

so thwarted by the cruelty of fate,

love by trial and tedium untested,

denied the chance to flourish or to sate

 

As flowers cleave to sun, so do we clamour,

enamoured by the promise of romance,

blinded by the light to onward stumble,

and in our madness give no backward glance

 

To lowly soil beneath us oft forgotten,

that nourished once our hearts right to the core,

grounded us to earth its daily tending,

to universal chaos, lent its law

 

Uprooted we erode to senseless matter,

desiccated atoms doomed to dust,

planets out of orbit, cased in darkness,

stripped naked of that sacred mantle, trust

 

For much that speaks of love is surely lust,

lost in a reverie of youth misplaced,

masquerading whore in virgin clothing,

exacting costly penance once embraced

 

Show me a love that stands the test of time,

beholds its prize through eyes bewitched, beguiled

before a faded bloom, beyond its prime,

to see the sweetest rose or flower wild

 

Show me a love that does not ask for all,

nor seeks the easy path in life to tread,

sees every facet of a fractured soul

yet loves enough to be by blindness led

 

Show me a love that does not seek to change

To chip, to hew to mould; instead to hold

Such imperfection to the brightest light

Delight, as though the dullest lead were gold…

 

Show me a love where two minds meet as one

Sweet appetite by word and language fed

A heat to melt a frozen land locked tear

Swell hearts with hope upon a hemlocked bed

 

Then I should say that Romeo lives, breathes

that Juliet sleeps,

perchance

one day,

to dream…