Madam Shakespeare's

Love is the unreachable and unattainable thing that one can desire and hope for, only to meet with sorrow: leaving one with no hope of tomorrow but left with a pierced heart with an arrow, and no hand to borrow, no light to follow, changing the passion of love from red to yellow, dying to be held by one fellow, while he stands ready with roses tossing through many sheets as an experienced bedfellow, leaving my heart to drip bleeding from Cupid’s pointed arrow cutting through to the marrow. How many hearts does he leave behind waiting to be held by his arms? Trickery is his charms while red flags wave through the air with a silent alarm, his lost lovers’ who wait by the silent phone, waiting to hear it, ring a ding, one more time. I shall not be one as they that sleeps with the guilt of innocence poured upon thy quilt, but I shall be guiltless of my sins. My sins shall find no rest in my bones hollowing them out and leaving no marrow. I shall always look forward to tomorrow, and owe no debt as a borrower. I shall only have one lover that will love me through my lifetime and we shall sail on the wings of eternity’s encrusted heart.

I refuse to have my breast used as a soft pillow for him to rest his head while he thinks of all the other ones’ that he has deflowered leaving only a stem behind, and not leaving as much as a drop of love’s water to see it bloom one more time, leaving it to turn to dust and return back to the earth, where all I feel is my birth is a curse, and, I a widow before a bride caught in love’s web. No, not I!

I shall live a blameless life, and not wear the cloak of shame. I am my mother’s daughter and she was a queen in my eyes, and I shall be just like she a princess guarded by shielded prayers, and no man can reach this tower that denies his own mother, or father, nor he that denies his own offspring is a coward and a prowler. Not such a man would find comfort in my bosom, my milk would turn sour, and my breast rejected by my infant, and my eyes would only see sorrow and I could not face tomorrow.

Love and kindness will be his stepping stones that lead him to me.