~“Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here
Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog
And little mouse, every unworthy thing,
Live here in heaven and may look on her,
But Romeo may not."
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 3.3
~Blind am I to be of love?
Here be mortal eyes, seeing with mine heart.
Whereupon earth, I behold her at all times.
There in deep pools, from pebble tossed,
the rippling flow of her hair.
There, where lies the dew upon the buds.
Her moist red lips awaiting my favor.
In the courtyard fountain's purl,
tis the beauty of her laughter.
All about me is her visage,
from waking morn, to deep twilight.
Even the moon does look upon me.
Gently caressing my face
and does kiss me with her light.
Blind to love I cannot be.
Not when her love is my world,
my very being.~
For the contest, Romeo And Juliet; How Tragic Love Is