Living In Juliet's Shadow

The fleeting moments could never distill your eternal essence, yet thy shadow lingers to caress the lofty words inscribed on doled heart. Time was abridged by thy unappreciable presence. With an incalculable prescience thou did sculpt out brighter tomorrows. Thy searching eyes from lofty heights still follow my every step, emitting succoring beams of light that my path doth gild. My perched ears still palpitate with the soft, undulating rhythms of thy imploring address. Thy coiffed locks as the meadow lilac still annually thy perfumed dander doth strew. Mirth and song yet flow from thy entreating lips. From silken rose hips, I still imbibe the sweet nectar that sprung from thy virgin fount. Thy beckoning bosom, silty mound ballasted by a pristine furrow, still fertilizes my my fallow field. In dreams, I still nestle close to thy bleating heart. A suckling babe innocently squeezing untapped paps until its milky stream doth readily flow.  In visions, I clasp the dainty folds of thy unblemished skin. Clinging to thy warm embrace until morning's glaring shadows pare our sprightly limbs.                  ~"O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty."- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, 5.3