Inspired By Another

She gazes forth, forlorn, her splendor inspired, her grieving vast It was three hundred years since the Bard of Avon did create An ode to her beauty; a tale of love, of joy, of sadness and of fate Juliet and her lost love Romeo, forever bound, forever found, forever to last The image Dicksee created may reconcile lovers torn and passions classed As futile, unrequited and inappropriate; yet love still lingers Drawn as much by what can as what cannot be, for nothing alters What a waste; Oh what we have not learned from mistakes past So this maiden sweet stands alone, her hands resting on the balustrade In her eyes an expectant look, longing for her lover to see Waiting there eternally, patiently, yearning… Her promise made Serene she waits, for what will never be She lingers lost in memory, the poet’s pen paid The artist’s brush stayed, alone to inspire me.