Oh, Shakespeare my darling, to thee I do speak
of a time in my being, I wish we could meet
your words and passion, in me I do seek
the Sonnet in you, that I search within me
this play in my heart, that I keep for thee
the need to write poems, for thee to then read
I desire a lesson, just thee and me
answers on rhythm and rhyming, I need
I’m curious, your talent is so very clear
“hell is empty and all the devils are here”
your poetry makes my mind want to paint
to your words, my love I can truly relate
hoping to find you, somewhere in me
without style I’m lost, I just cannot see
come to my dream, at least one time?
give me your wisdom on midnight’s chime
oh lover thy be, oh lover thy be
would you, could you have desire for me?
my question therefore is…
to be or not to be?