Dear Love, from Romeo

Dear Love,

You are intense. A deep feeling, affection.

To all those, I’ve loved before there is no one true love.

You weren’t right for me.

I wasn’t right for you.

I’m sorry Rosaline.

That makes the both of us, the world, and reality, too

A spectrum, choices. Soulmates? What a joke.

To Aphrodite, I mean no harm. To Eros, your tipped arrows are futile.

All the more while, as I cross the Nile, I can’t help but smile.

You are a journey, you’re a leap of faith.

I have fallen, I have soared above the Heavens, I have walked the woods alone.

I’ve stumbled, cracked, shattered, Gorilla Glued it back all over again. Endless, a void, a pit, a cycle.

Liquid running down my face, is this what you do to me?

Do I hear the splutters of joy & laughter?

Or am I singing Apollo’s sorrow & throwing my “happily ever after?”

You hold no bounds. Inanimate, animate.

Even the wall our fathers built shall not withhold me from you.

I love you, my sweet Juliette.

You’re a double-bladed dagger, you tricky emotion.

The ultimate happiness or the shatterer of the vital organ. The most dangerous yet sought out.

Tied for first, happiness & money you could do your worst.

You’re not winning against this strong force. I’ve tried & I won’t lie, it is inevitable.

Stronger than any potion, out of the hands of any Goddess or God, & even between you & me.

So please, take me somewhere I’ll be free. Maybe we weren’t “meant to be” in this life. I’ll meet you in death if it has to be. 

From, Romeo.