When Dante saw Beatrice,
Shakespeare did weep.
Rosaline and Romeo,
Paris and Juliet.

So tell me, what is supposed,
Of the other girl?
The girl who is not loved,
But loves alone?

The girl who takes multiple journeys along multiple roads,
But keeps ending up at cul de sacs?

She is not Beatrice,
She is not Rosaline,
And she is not Juliet.

I hope she is alright,
I hope she is alright.