A Bad Romeo

I love you, truly. That is that. I'd kill for you, I'd eat a bat! You are my morning and my dusk Without you I'm a hollow husk. Hold! wipe away your joyful tear As I must make on thing quite clear I'm sure you have your hopes set high That, dear, for you I'd eas`ly die I fear to break your sweet, sweet heart I'll prick it, slightly. With a dart Reality is this right here: Death is, well, my BIGGEST fear. What lies across the great beyond `s a thought of which I am not fond Thus begs the thought, "Why would I leap for one fair girl, it's much too steep!" Call me yellow, call me Macbeth But in MY play there'll be no death! If grief tells you to take your life You'll be alone `n your noble strife My shadow won't be close behind Do NOT expect to make a find Fair Juliet, do not be sad Your Romeo, alas, is bad.