|You're my Romeo|
And I'm your Juliet,
But we have neither Montague
Nor scheming Capulet.
Instead we struggle with the rent
And work to buy a house;
And wait till we can take a breath
To think of the word "spouse."
Our days are hills we have to climb,
And nights . . . well, we must sleep.
And when I watch you lift the world
And laugh, I want to weep.
No early death ennobles us,
Nor legend turned to gold;
Yet we would shine as bright as they
Were our tale told.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon