Love Poetry

Juliet, The Most Fair Capulet

Juliet teaches the torches to burn bright.

Juliet in the East, the Sun, and I am the west,

Rise, Fall to me, Set'll Night's unrest.

Kill the envious Moon, sick and pale with greif.

I swear by my Love and the Celestial Satellites' promise of season

That I will be Constant,

Constantly Content.

Starry Night, Jewels of fire hang from the great Ethiope's ear,

Their sight turns Man to Fool.

You are Brightest, you are Nightingale.

You are the Hope in the Night 

That brings on Dreams,

And in your absence leave Nightmares.

Nightmares, Sunny golden streaks that lance Eastern cloud when I wake

In your wake I cry aloud, 

Grabbing and snatching at darkness' shredded shroud.

I am too bold,

'Tis not to me you speak, yet I am compelled to answer you,

Presiding Angel, Winged message of Heaven.

Touch, make blessed my rude Hand,

And if I profain the sacred temple that is your Hand,

Let me smooth the rough Touch, repent with tender Kiss.

Juliet take me by the hand and together let us sail on the bosom of air

Until we find a place, here or there,

Free of slavery to Familial creed and hate.

Let me Love you,

That I may be the Glove upon your Hand.

Let me Love you, 

That I may never see Beauty elsewhere.

Let me Love you,

That I may prove myself a Man.

Let me Love you, Love me if you can.

O, that I ever Loved till now, forswear it Sight!

I never knew what Beauty meant,

'Till the Dream I dreampt this Night.