I am Romeo,
You are Juliet.
We are the passion,
That was never meant to burn.
I am the once raging volcano,
With fervent fires in quiescent repose,
Like the oldest mountain of time.
I am like that lonely star
The one that you don't notice,
Twinkling in the vastness of your beauty.
I am the pale flame that ever burns,
The eternal light of love.

Well do I know,
That despite all of Cupid's power,
Those passion fires will never be rekindled.
And those wine and love filled nights,
When your husband left you all alone,
For us to read aloud the Captains Verse
Are now as dry as tear stains
On an old love letter.
Yet it is comforting to realise,
That brief moments of love,
Not without their ardor, tears or poetry,
Leave a glow on the soul,
Which lasts forever.

So though your lips,
Those silken jewels of love's expression,
Will never again be pressed against mine,
Of all the resplendent women in the world,
You are still my chosen valentine.

America beat a long winding path to my door;
A path she had traveled many times before.
Her concern seemed genuine as she angrily cried,
they have used their veto when people have died,
I urge you as a poet to join me in condemnation
please spread the word to the whole global nation.

My eyes took in her warm and red dripping hands;
Then her accompaniment of brass marching bands;
Cheerleaders, drones and starry eyed false flags,
trampling on the vintage of liberty's tattered rags.
The Founding Fathers muffled in Manning's padded cell
Lincoln ACTA'ed offline for file sharing warnings of hell

Glancing along the crooked path to the place where she stood,
the poets eye saw every soggy mile soaked with innocent blood