Spin Love’s Tale Anew

“If I profane with my unworthiest hand

This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:

My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand

To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.”

Romeo and Juliet

An endless, immortalized devotion

Didst fill my heart with steadfast, true felt love

A brimming, overwhelming emotion

Flying amidst skies like a soaring dove.

Canst thou not hear my deep, profound longing,

Carried on the wind in a fervent cry?

A new life awaits us, a pure dawning,

Thus, meet my rough, tender touch lest I die.

We pilgrims will meld with rapture divine

Lips will blush, colliding as only one

Whilst souls will combine, forever entwined

’Til twilight greets us and our time is spun.

Unworthy though I be, my heart is true

Come, my dear, spin love’s tale with me anew.