Dear Romeo...

How do I love thee, for all thy ways have yet all to be counted. Know me, understand me, for thou I’ve tried. My love for thee hath not merely one way to be counted, but many a thousand and even still a thousand more. For I am countless to the multitude of treasures my love hath offer thee. For all the many ways thou giveth love to me, I love thee.

 

My days are yet to be short and my nights are yet to be calm without you by my side. All my dreams and my thoughts of thee make my weeks hath past and my week's hath come filled with both joy and sadness. So very often I hear ye sweet voice and thou tender words calling me close. My mouth opens to call out to thee only to close again, for the words I hear aren’t those of thy love but those of an imagination. Why must it be our love that stands alone separate from the other? Why must we be apart? So many obstacles, so many challenges to endure for our love, it seems endless. Was it not fate that brought us together? Yet daily we suffer.

When I think of thee, my heart longs not to be far and my soul deepens with sorrow. I remind myself of all the love I feel for thee and heavy thoughts surround my entire being. Tender pains fill my chest at the image of us never becoming one with the other. I hope and pray that you, my gentle lover, feel not the pain for which I feel.

For thou may never comprehend all the love thine heart feels inside for thee, for it seems in thy heart alone can all this be believed. Please my love, have faith.

If ever I tell thee lies I want never to speak thine words again. For it was thy lies that caused thee to trust thy words none. For I would always speak with guilt. For that I want not to speak at all. Our bind I will never release, for our trust I will treasure always.

Expression of this love tis not for thee to take for granted, honor, nor judge,  only listen to and revel in thy glorification of thee.

Should thy eyes stray to another, might thine eyes from which I see thee be deprived. I wish never to again view. Blind me to the world in which I must live. For I would have forfeited the love of thee and therefore thine sight of thee. Blindness need be my destiny, for I wish never to again see if the one who holds my heart and my soul I can not behold. You are everything that is beautiful and pure and I cherish thee.

Should thy lips ever touch another may poison be the kiss. For death of venom is far superior than to never again feel thy lovers' lips against thine. Undeserving of thee I can not become. I belong to thee.

Should thy body wanton another may it be laid on a bed of nails. For to accept all the pain for my penalty tis far greater an accomplishment than to corrupt the love of thee. For why would I cause agony to thy soul that honors thee? Never to be free of a guiltless mind would I be inviting another to entice thy person. All thy essence for which I preserve is only for thy King. For pure and exquisite I would not be and for this I alone would die, never to touch thy love again.

Before thee thy lungs had yet to take a breath. I merely existed searching for thee, only to live when I found thee. Only then, such as that of a new born child, did I take my first breath of life. For now and always thine love we must steadily breathe as one. If for once thee take in ye breath alone, our bind be broken, and unison we would no longer be. Should I take merely one breath minus thee I hath taken thy last breath. Never shall I breath again.

Never may the day arrive thy love and I a sunder, for then thy spirit shall surely die and I shortly after. For I won’t want nor need food to eat, something to drink, nor shelter to sleep. For it be a far greater thing to end it all than to ail the anguish and torment of thine lost love forever.

For let the truth be known, thy life in which I lived before thee tis not to be deemed a life in which I lived. For today my love, realize, created for thee I am and thou for me. Together we must brave and thrive!