I thought that you were my Benedick <br />and I, your Beatrice, that we argued <br />against love into love, but oh! I was wrong. <br /> <br />Beatrice truly loved Benedick, <br />and he loved her. Their fights <br />were a vibrant cloak to veil their emotions. <br /> <br />No, darling, you were my Claudio, <br />and I, your Hero, for their love <br />was of the superficial kind. <br /> <br />Fair Hero, you only loved what your eyes <br />saw before you, you only loved <br />who you thought a great man. <br /> <br />Foolish Claudio! How you jump to conclusions <br />of the maiden you are to marry, how you break <br />her heart and cast her aside. <br /> <br />(And you killed her once but she came back <br />to life; no thanks to you and your selfish ways.) <br /> <br />Love is too tricky a treat to play with; <br />we are, none of us, fit to add to the ingredients <br />but are, all of us, allowed to stir.<br /><br />Laala Kashef Alghata<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/much-ado-about-nothing-2/
