To Shakespeare, With Love

September 27, 2011
When into the west Apollo has gone
And the depths of night surround me
I am found in the shadows waiting there
For my love and lord to appear

During the day I only sleep dreaming
Wishing I could but stand by his side
I awake at night to find him there
His presence that I hath sensed close, so near

I cannot help but fall into the depths
Of entrancing gaze from angelic eyes
Darkness and fire lit by passion fill them
Burning all fear and doubt from my mind

His lips hold mine with the force of tempests
Breathing into them the breath without which
I must suffocate from hopeless despair
That the tempest that was mine has been calmed

Hands hold tight and skin clings desperately
As though they might never touch so again
The hair that cascades around mine shoulders
Into unknown places it twists and winds

Mine heart hath flown above the high mountains
With the wings that he hath lent me to fly
Yet tis not weighed by Cupid’s arrow
For mine love is returned with his own

My beloved lord hath conquered mine heart
For he wields the language of love
As though Aphrodite hath blessed his quill
To write words into music so sweet

Who should dare sayeth, “Do not fall in love?”
For then they hath not suffered such true love
Nor the free passion of one who is loved
For between us hell hath frozen over

At the door of forbidden dreams he stands
Beckoning closer with longing desire
When into the west Apollo has gone
And the depths of night surround me





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Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 15, 2011 at 6:14 pm
Ah, only a few days ago did you ask me which poem of yours I liked best, and just a few days later I am compelled to change my answer. This, in my 'umble opinion, is certainly the most passionate of your poems, and so well worded. I have little knowledge of Shakespearean English, but you seemed to use it quite convincingly! I really liked the bit about a kiss with the force of tempests, that's a strong image, as well as the heart which flies over mountains with wings given to you by your ... (more »)
 
savetheplanet replied...
Oct. 16, 2011 at 2:24 pm
I knew you would like it! :)  I'm so happy!  I rewrote this so many times because I couldn't get the wording quite right.  Now a dream come true would be if someone could write me a poem like this... <3
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Oct. 18, 2011 at 4:51 pm

Ah, that shows the dedication of a good poet. Many imagine that, to be a true poet, one must simply let poetry roll off the tongue, but even for many of the best poets, writing takes a lot of work.

Oh? Perhaps they shall. :)

 
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