My Dear Juliet

I write to you,
this apologetic plea,
for you to come
forever back to me.

I miss you, Dear Juliet,
with every ounce that is free.
With all my heart, all my strength,
all my soul, and my being.

What I do
is wrong; I know.
And the pain you feel
clearly shows

that love is cruel,
in every which way.
And her masqueraded depression
creeps through night and day.

She calls to her victims
through heavy locked doors;
chanting and singing
and screaming for more.

More souls lost in space
not knowing their place.
Unsure where to go
or who to let know

their deepest desires
that turn them to pliers,
as she rips out their souls
and moves on down the road.

Letting wishes, like wind,
float through the air
to meet other lost faces
and give them a scare.

So of me, Dear Juliet,
do not blame
for causing to you
such hurt and such pain.

For it is Loves true fault.
let her take the blame
and the weight of all
the sorrow and the shame.

She has blinded me,
I do confess,
with her slithery tongue
and her velvety caress.

Her claws, they dug
so deep in for you.
Now I try to replace
the old with the new.

I'm sorry, Dear Juliet,
for all that I do.
My reasons for them
I haven't a clue.

So please do know this
I dearly love you
and wish I could give
the sky and Earth through.

But even the moon,
lassoed and tamed,
would not be enough
to cure the disdain

you feel for me
straight and true
for all that I say
and all that I do.

Forgiveness and return
I'll not request,
for with a positive response,
I'll not be blessed.

So I suppose,
all this to say,
goodbye to you
and goodbye to the day.

For now I am gone;
I am in too deep
to go throughout life
and not serve at your feet.

Love has her hold,
strong and cold,
so I'll now give in
and take the blow.

I love you, Dear Juliet,
an forever I will;
either up there in heaven
or deep down in hell.

I write to you now,
your Forgotten Romeo,
for you to set me free
and let me go home.