Take 'this of Juliet and her Romeo,'
Dear Heart of mine, for though yon budding sky
Yearns o'er Verona, and so long ago
That kiss was kissed; yet surely Thou and I,
Surely it is, whom morning tears apart,
As ruthless men tear tendrilled ivy down:
Is not Verona warm within thy gown,
And Mantua all the world save where thou art?
O happy grace of lovers of old time,
Living to love like gods, and dead to live
Symbols and saints for us who follow them;
Even bitter Death must sweets to lovers give:
See how they wear their tears for diadem,
Throned on the star of an unshaken rhyme.
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You did an elegant job with this piece. Nothing like old english to ripen the meaning of one, eh? Splendid job capturing Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet. I enjoyed how you used creative words like 'diadem'. lol..me has to look that up.
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that was unmistakingly beautiful!
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