every sign told me to stop,
every signal sent this way.
but poetry keeps writing,
and i have little say
    
every whisper that i thought
or didn't deign to hear,
i told myself i failed,
working up my fear.
    
but maybe Romeo for Juliet
like Helena from Paris,
was meant to wreak such havoc
for the woman he saw fairest.
    
and if that is what it takes,
i'll wreak the chaos til
you see me just one time.
one look from you would ****.
    
and i'd die a thousand deaths
for an equal count in looks,
just a smile, glance or gaze,
just a trickle from a brook.
    
and with your tightening of cheeks,
that like a fair wind chimes,
i could die again
a thousand or more times.