Indecent Proposal

 
Oh, Shakespeare my darling, to thee I do speak
of a time in my being, I wish we could meet
 
your words and passion, in me I do seek
the Sonnet in you, that I search within me
 
this play in my heart, that I keep for thee
the need to write poems, for thee to read
 
desiring a lesson, just thee and me
answers on rhythm and rhyming
I need
 
I’m curious, your talent is so very clear
“hell is empty and all the devils are here”
 
your poetry makes my mind want to paint
to your words
oh, my love I can truly relate
 
hoping to find you, somewhere in me?
without style I’m lost, I just cannot see

come to my dream, at least one time?
give me your wisdom on midnight’s chime
 
oh lover thy be, oh lover thy be

would you, could you
ever love me?
 
my question therefore 
is it, to be or not to be?