Shakespeare took poetry to the stage
And left her there
Singing songs
In the fire of footlight candles
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An hommage to our craft and its fruits juxtaposed by its position in colder world, appreciated by fewer and fewer. Beautifully done. The hope of the hopeless romantic.
Good! Excellent. Sometimes she'll peek in your window, or say 'Hi' on the stairwell. Sometimes she'll crawl into your bed and make you sweat in your dreams. Sometimes you don't know if you're pursuer or pursued Tell her she's beautiful, and then look the other way.