The Play's the Thing
Poetry within the play
the plays a poem themselves
Levity to tragedy
from lovers to kings to elves
He'll reach into your very soul
and you'll cry on their behalf
next time he will lift you up
and leave you with a laugh
Words of love and tender grace
or sharpened like a sword
His poetry, it quickens me,
uplifts me, strikes a cord
Passion passed down through the ages
inspires, arouses and engages.
A sonnet for William Shakespeare
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