Don Johnson Poet Blank verse

Juliet

Juliet

If perchance that thou should dance.
Twould be the light fantastic,
Hath no power in deference,
Might death, if called, be askance,
Thy breath be sweet,
Julia bequeathes, requites,
 Unholy, mist of passion,
perchance to bride claim, yet myself,
olde English takes a lashing

Don Johnson 16-july-11

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Jack Ross Jr. July 21, 2011 at 9:27 AM Love it......your friend Jack

Zzzzz Zzzzz July 17, 2011 at 1:57 AM Forsooth, brave knight! Such well-wrought words are bound to win fair lady! Juliet waits on her balcony as I speak! Inventive write. Regards, Robert.

Jack Ross Jr. July 16, 2011 at 9:49 AM wonderful, enchanting, right on the mark..right on the North Star! I Love this one too, going to my favorites with your others. Thanks for your kind comments on Without Love....you are a terrific Gent, bet all the Ladies love you, lol...Later mate!