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Shakespeare Out Of Love
by Chris Sorrenti
Juliet Juliet!
where for art my Juliet?
not that I need another potential heartbreak
though it’d sure be nice
a kiss…a hug…cuddle…
brought on by the affection
of such a stereotypical maiden
perhaps she waits for me on the stage ahead
in destiny’s warm storage
neither of us ready yet
for that first dress rehearsal
and then there’s me
Romeo - ha! - what a laugh
more a knave with ballpoint pen
still unable to define true love
Juliet Juliet!
where for art thou Juliet?
God only knows
perhaps in Heaven she waits for me to call
and I might not make it that far!
© 1987
Revised 2013
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02/13/2013 Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day, luv, whoever and wherever you may be. xo
Posted on 02/13/2013
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/14/13 at 12:29 AM Ah Chris, anyone who thinks they have the definition of love down pat is a fool for sure. Most of us haven't even scratched the service. Let me know if you ever come up with it. Much more in this poem than meets the eye. Nice one. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/14/13 at 12:56 PM wonderful poem, Chris. I hope one day you find her, unless she finds you, or you find each other which would be the ideal. and as far as love is concerned, there is no such definition that the mind comprehends, only the heart, which is the reason the heart breaks and not the mind, because it knows fully well the definition. the mind knows nill of love and it is only the heart that yearns for something which has the potential to break it and oft does. |
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