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A Shakespeare Kind Of Love

Here, sitting in Shakespeare reading of Lear,
O how I wish this ends, and my love be near.
The day came and the night along with it goes,
And all I have is perfect love to shadow my woes.
I sing in songs from the rhythms of my heart,
This blessing mine, in two lives, never! I thought.
But then the day came, and lo, it was so.
And now her love wipes away my woe.

She is the Innogen in the tale of Cymbeline.

Her virtues transcend that of Hermione – the queen.
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Stefanie Fontker 21 July 2011

This is a really beautiful poem. Very well written.

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