Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Valentine's Day 2008, Part 2



OK, that was good, but it... it didn't have romance... How about...



R + J






It is my lady! O, it is my love!

O, that she knew she were!

She speaks, yet she says nothing.

What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it.






I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks.

Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven

Having some business, do entreat her eyes

To twinkle in their spheres till they return.






What if her eyes were there, they in her head?

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars

As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven

Would through the airy region stream so bright

That birds would sing and think it were not night.






See how she leans her cheek upon her hand!

O, that I were a glove upon that hand,

That I might touch that cheek!






Ay me!





She speaks.

O, speak again, bright angel, for thou art

As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,

As is a winged messenger of heaven






Unto the white-upturned wond'ring eyes

Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him

When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds

And sails upon the bosom of the air.






O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name;






Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,

And I'll no longer be a Capulet...


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