Oh, I am but a meaningless poet,
Without my love to breathe for.
My pen is nothing but a dagger,
Staining this paper with red tears.
If Romeo is Shakespeare’s making,
And Juliet is Lady Viola for eternity,
Then let me, O let me find my Romeo for life.
Put an end to thine dream and reality’s strife.
Let my Romeo come to me like a knight.
Oh, I’ll be swept away, what a wondrous sight!
Let him be with eyes that glimmer with love,
For me, just for me…no one and nothing else thereof.
In our embrace we succumb to each other,
And my Romeo and I shall be one.
No poetry or any love story shall equal,
Our passion will go on with timeless existence.
Oh, am I but a fortune’s fool?
A female counterpart of Master Will?
Dream is but a dream, I wish it is not.
Or this life would end in but a tragic comedy.
How sad for this lady poet if that shall be.
So Romeo, let my Romeo…come to me.
beautifully written piece and wonderful imagery packed with powerful emotion-- keep writing this is excellent!