TRIP TO WINDSOR CASTLE POEM 28

The thrill of being an artist is the exposure - you bare all and give your all to your public. Finding that courage is difficult sometimes, but to express yourself is a release or relief. Poetry is a lovely art to practice, as it is very personal but it can be read by the reader with no need for the artist to perform. Performance art is more immediate and I chose to write some songs. I am now combining this to try and write a play, with Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet as an inspiration.

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“My only love sprung from my only hate! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! Prodigious birth of love it is to me, That I must love a loathed enemy.” William Shakespeare

Passing

I pass you as you are passing by,

And a thrill excites me,

I wonder what happens in the depths of you,

In my depth I am troubled.

For I see your glance towards me,

But to where else does your glance move?

Would I approve?

I know I should,

But fear that I would snatch you away.

Your footstep draws away,

As does mine and so a melancholy

Draws across me whilst my

Excitement turns to fear.

Do you belong to me alone?

For I feel you do,

But I fear your heart

Is a partial victory.

“Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.” William Shakespeare