now I know <br />exactly why <br />romeo ached to be <br />the glove on juliets hand <br />as she rested her cheek upon it <br />or why their kiss <br />was the purest sacrilege, <br />a ritual made by <br />a hypocritic priest. <br /> <br />it's the same <br />reason that petruchio <br />tamed the unruly <br />shrew, the reason <br />seeing you causes <br />the tempest to <br />arise in me <br />again and again. <br /> <br />i am not caesar's coward <br />that dies a thousand deaths. for <br />i am rejoicing in this <br />sweet sorrow no matter what <br /> <br />it brings. this is the <br />reason why i will <br />always compare you <br />to a summers day <br />even in the dead of <br />winter.<br /><br />Ebone' Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-shakespeare/
