In Cupid's gaze we once did thrive;
Alas, two souls now cease to strive.
Like Romeo and Juliet's, hearts did meet;
Had not fate's cruel hand brought us defeat.
Like Othello, trust was torn asunder;
As jealousy took over and blunder.
In echoes of Hamlet's bitter woe;
Things and things, too, did come and go.
But no man dwell in cold and sorrow's night;
For in Benedick's author, there's still the light.
As Juliet surrenders whole into Romeo's embrace;
Perhaps a new Beatrice hereon shall find its place.
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Category: Free Verse Poetry.
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