I reached out for your affection,
There is not much else I can do!
How can love stand up to your rejection?
Not understanding the hurts in you.
I am the sand and you the wave,
But where does a heart began to break?
My lips upon yours sweet Juliet,
Will ease the pain that you dearly hate.
Again and again you somehow retreat
Far from my knocks upon your door,
And again, I do not know the reason why
That I keep coming back for more.
Maybe it’s the lure of your mystery I seek
An uncertainty that I need to know,
Or that somehow I can win your trust,
And in time you will surely let go.
Perhaps it’s my need for you not to cry
In the secret places of your mind;
For it was not I my sweet Juliet
That broke your heart and stole your time.
This passion I have makes me hurt for you,
My angry at the one who broke your heart!
What sense does it make to feel this way?
To which I played no part.
The choices you made were made by you,
And how it works is what you choose.
I know it’s hard to hide within your mind,
But to have known love, was to never lose.
I dream sometimes my sweet Juliet
That your need is to stay and to never go,
But do you think only of yourself,
And care less of these words from Romeo?
Epaphroditus© May 7, 2006
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