I stand a younger Shakespeare
For my heart doth play the part
Of love’s fair maiden Juliet
Who hides an aching heart

He was my one true Romeo
A sweeter love there dare not be
For never born in this our would
Has come as pure as he

Yet we defied by circumstance
And perils true to time
Hath barren heavy burden loads
An aching soul hath mine

For in this world of tragedy
Thy love could not contrive
To bring me such a joyful force
To dry these swelling eyes

So in this writ dear Romeo
I write the love of mine
Which to shall know if yet ye may
To read between the lines

 
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