From Shakespeare With Love Poem by Shirley Harrison

She was his inner being
he was in a secret confession
with his own heart

every time, he wrote a poem
she was the painting within each page
woven with silk into ink

the fire in his heart, burned fiercely
for her love
love, that in the end was never to be


she was his soul
his thoughts
his smell
and the air he breathed
she was his spark
and indeed he was hers


an unbreakable bond
between Romeo and Juliet
that only time could understand


two souls
gifted to the world by William


and within every word
of each new poet's lines written


they are in fact, still together
and very much alive...

at least, that's what I'd like to believe

because the work of a true poet
is never really finished.