Poem -

From Shakespeare with Love

From Shakespeare with Love

Ā 
She was his inner being
he was in a secret confession
with his own heart

every time, he wrote a poem
she was the painting within each page
woven with silk into ink

the fire in his heart, burned fiercely
for her loveĀ 
love, that in the end was never to be

she was his soul
his thoughts
his smell
and the air he breathed
she was his sparkĀ 
and indeed he was hersĀ 

an unbreakable bondĀ 
between Romeo and Juliet
that only time could understand

two souls
gifted to the world by William Ā  Ā 

and within every word
of each new poet's lines written

they are in fact, still together
and very much alive...

at least, that's what I'd like to believe

because the work of a true poet
is never really finished.Ā 

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

I like to believe it too...

If we ever got to enter a room together...

Could you imagine?

šŸ˜‚

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

Oh dearest sparrowsong, if that's an indecent proposal I'll tell you I'm married, but my muse on the other hand would happily show her moves she can bendĀ  like a pretzel lol šŸ˜‚Ā 
once again so very kind to come over to leave your fun review. 🌹

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sparrowsong

Hello Shirley...

Flattery will get you everywhere...

šŸ˜‚

A funny misunderstanding...

I was imagining a room full of people and we have become fast friends and the party hasn't started until we arrived...

I have no blood Sisters...

Sisters as Brothers...

By DNA not surgery...

The heart connection...

How big can we go?

If the change they seek is deep...

There's A difference than the regret that can weigh a ton...

No one knows the weight better than the carrier...

There are talkers...

There are doers...

When talkers say do and they themselves don't...

They sure can't help later...

Only bitterness grows...

Thank you again...

Sis sparrowsong

Ā 

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Shirley Harrison

Ah so very wonderful to know you too are a woman, I wasn't sure, my muse is most amused lol 🤣 let's hope we all sleep sweet this evening, new sister of poetry. ā¤ļøĀ 

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Marion

Your are a very romantic person Shirley and your writes are always a pleasure to read my friend x

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