Shakespeare in love.

I would give an eternity and beyond to know our love
like I hardly know myself.
This soul of which my body takes, this entity is more
uncommon and confusing to me than any other in the world.
Even those of whom I've never met.

What fool am I to throw away a passion that would
make fire ashamed if it only knew envy. What fool am I
to be without a heart warm enough to keep a flame lit.
What fools are we together to have thrown this aside?

I needed not a lifetime to understand this mind so
eluding i possess. By morrow thoughts would stand
in daylight casting shadows on the sea they would be
so clear and all would be settled.

And now I cry that sea of which I speak, for now
there is no we. There is no I, only you. I cannot
stand alone and keep a blessed smile on this face.
And love you i did, love you i still do.

I dare not end a future from a past.
And if I could write the ways of William Shakespeare
by god, I would be a poet and a player of no end.
My eyes would not be a pair that glazed in gray and shame.
My voice, a mocking bird's sweet sonnet and my hands, a pair
of tools and work not a pair of broken quills.

But, i cannot write the ways of William Shakespeare.
And so it ends in broken hearts, and 1000 goodbyes unsaid.
I miss you already.