If Music be the food of love, play on! Play on!!! For the play is the thing, is it not? We are not players on a stage. We are playing on a stage....
Words are the music of my soul, a soul that misses its other. You are the light in mine eyes. The purest light, the purest love. With me, even when you are not with me.
Wither wander you? Over hill? Over dale? Through brush and briar? Even the Faerie Queen cannot do her orbs upon the green...at least, not without your hand in mine. One day soon, the Son, too, shall shine.
Come, unsavory guide! And on the dashing rocks, seal thy bargain with death. For never was there a story of more woe, not even that of Juliet and her Romeo. But Fate has something more in store for two souls older than legend and lore. Star-crossed lovers can find their way, if they chance to meet in the wood where Demetrius and Helena once lay.
For my long life to come, I would have it no other way....
Do you see it there? That shooting star???
Make your wish, my love, and, it will go far.
Your heart is in mine, even when your hand is not.
For, that appears to be our lot.
On distant shores, we each stand.
But one day, our feet will sink into silken white sand.
And, oceans blue will tickle our toes
As our shared love from heart and mind flows.
I heard you whisper in the dark
As quietly as the arrow hitting her mark.
You told me there would come a day
When we two will have the chance to continue our play.
Even if it takes a lifetime, I will wait.
For, true love is never too late....