How daring the lines,

Uttered from the dawning of time,

"I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine."

With just her visit,

Her intentions to let her love over flow,

Never reaches the limit,

Of my heart, this needy hole.

Still she tries,

With her warm embrace,

To silence my cries,

As she caresses my face.

Past love's damages,

Open lesions of cancer,

Fast healing, the aid of a sage,

Kills my heart's forager.

Just when I seem as if I'll fodder,

Her smile and glee surges to remind me,

That I must glean the day's bounty, to try harder,

To love so, so she will never want to leave.

What she sees in me I do not know,

She tells me not to change a single thing,

And with me she wants to grow,

Until death howls bellow to claim heart beats ring.

And what of me can I offer,

What is it that she needs?

"I need no other for my lover,

Your being aptly completes this heart in me."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It's so hard to write Shakepearean poems, but I tried.  All my love to you, Ajah.

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

Really nice piece. I'm not one to write shakespear style but this is great..