She was his inner being
he was in a secret confession
with his own heart
every time, he wrote a poem
she was the painting within each page
woven with silk into ink
the fire in his heart, burned fiercely
for her love
love, that in the end was never to be
she was his soul
his thoughts
his smell
and the air he breathed
she was his spark
and indeed he was hers
an unbreakable bond
between Romeo and Juliet
that only time could understand
two souls
gifted to the world by William
and within every word
of each new poet\'s lines written
they are in fact, still together
and very much alive...
at least, that\'s what I would like to believe
because the work of a true poet
is never really finished.