Step Aside Shakespeare

XXXII

In love's game I hast played many a role,

yet never heard my heart's answering call.

What sets apart a love, doth truly toll?

How and why? 'Tis a cello's mournful sprawl -

etched in a place that twinges in its plea,

echoing with each future's anguished cry.

A yearning fiercely pulsates within me.

I must seek thee, I must seek thee, souls sigh.

Across each span, destiny shall unfurl.

Still, the melody within does resound,

but now the refrain dipped in honey swirl:

I've found thee, I've found thee, oh hymns unbound.

Soulmates: in each life the quest finds its due.

In you, in you, in you, my love, 'tis true.