She speaks with Shakespeare’s passion
All beauty and poetry
All art and fire
Full of unrelenting desire
To inspire dormant feelings
Her words ring upwards
And echo down
The sound of fury
Of lovers hurried
Rushed upon
A fatal path
And with her last gasp
In the last act
The black asp
Or the daggers sheath
I see the love from me
Bleed
And beg her back to life
But she is dead
And I can only love her
In my memory