Saturday, March 3, 2012

911 Distress Call

(Juliet's poem to no one in particular)

How can I continue this madness?
My sorrow is heightened, my happiness much less.
To marry a man who's heart I do not know.
And all while my banished Romeo doesn't show.
Oh, great heavens, show me the way,
As Thursday is my wedding day.
Save me. My vows to my true husband still live,
So, to another, my heart, I cannot give.
Show me what to say. Tell me what to do. 
Oh, Dear Romeo. Show me please. Where are you?
Help me.
Help thee.

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