" Wherefore art thou Romeo? " said a loved lady once,
once, long ago, when a star crossed lover wasn't a dunce
Not when those in love were, but stupid fools,
not when people were used as nothing but tools,
But a time when Romeo was real," O romeo" she said,
He'd come, she thought,being the gentlemen she'd wed,
Juliet,the fair beauty, she said, " Wherefore art thou?'"
Someone tell the poor lady, Romeos don't exist now.
They're gone, never to come , pieces of fiction
Remaining in just Shakespeare 's dramatic diction.
Oh how, the words raise the hopes, for true love to be won,
of people pretending to be Juliet , the wronged fair one
And so while the voice in head whispers on and on,
it tells me to abscond from the hope,for I'd be a victim of con
It tells me that such perfect Romeos do not exist now,
Yet, I lament " O Romeo, O Romeo, Wherefore art thou? "
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The love we covet may not covet us.
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Poesia#14 on 8 March 2017 Poetry, Prose. Words bled from the very soul. Musings of an occasional poetess. 'Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words. It is an abstract art, and I am, but a mere artist ' - Edgar Allan Poe ©wordalmaniac 2016
