"she likes me? how i long
to hear, in subtext, on the edge of my ear..
those three words said...and expression of choice....
for, like choice of bassilo,
theres suitors plenty, and I but bronze,
gold and silver have way to fine a sheen
for my ego to consider my place to be there....
like in play, in life....please i plead,
be my coliepe...my titania in the woods,
my (too often used in poems past,
to give sense of place, or depth of feeling)
juliet...fated lovers, we shall not see out our place,
nor go gentle into that night,
but, humours balanced fine, shall live forever...
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