we barely knew each other, but lying next to you drunk with christmas cheer and wine… and my first kiss barely moments ago. My christmas was made. You were the icing on the cake. and we went to bed.. together, not a second thought in our heads. I didn’t even know it would be second best to when the lights were out… that moment that followed. For the doubt and insecurity over which you wrote with trust and affection. The moment your hands found mine and pulled me close and into your lips tasting of you and.. a little bit of me. And trapped me in your arms.. You took my breath away.. quite literally too. I thank God… for that moment. where I lost air in my lungs, but was filled with the hope that was ‘you and I’.
He surprised me.
if you are reading this, my wonder… you surprised me like a warmth of a match in the winter of my heart, a hearth that didn’t know fire, or the start of it, like now.
Where did that.. how did you. how? I wonder.. my wonderful surprise. I thank the winds that led you to me. That terrible man that insulted you but led you straight to me.
you surprised me with your warmth, your chuckle, your keen interest in who I was. You surprised me with presents and wine. I didn’t know I was looking for you… I’m not sure you were looking for me either. You charmed your way into another moment of time. With me, with you, this time chocolate and a crime.
that day I craved to know what a few more times with you might hold. A hope that things could… become so much more. that you could be bold, for me. A Hope you and I could be so much more than I could have imagined.
And that drunk hazy night, in your arms by fairy light, you took advantage of my weak senses and kissed your way to another crime. Lips I thought that would never know the happiness your lips hopped to across my cheek. You sealed my fate, and made my dreams come true, all at the same time.
Surprise. Hope. Happiness. In two short months… you showed me all that and that the good lord is good on his word, and immortality is worth it with the right man.
You are a lover; borrow Cupid’s wings,
And soar with them above a common bound.
I am too sore enpierced with his shaft
To soar with his light feathers, and so bound,
I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe:
Under love’s heavy burden do I sink.
And, to sink in it, should you burden love;
Too great oppression for a tender thing.
Is love a tender thing? it is too rough,
Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet, Act I – Scene IV.
It’s been a while since I’ve had a Friday to mull about doing nothing, It’s also been a while since I’ve read or heard Shakespearean prose. Who knew all would come together when I downloaded a copy of “Private Romeo” where I saw the timeless romance play out in a way more relatable and more real than i have ever imagined…. and what an ending!! 😀
To say the least, I loved the movie. Why wouldn’t I when they spoke only in brilliantly portrayed lines directly from the play. And the guy who played Mercutio & Juliet’s Father…. His acting was brilliant. The movie to me was something so resilient and forbearing, now applied to real life, related in the world where the blockbuster rules and brilliant words and eloquent acting is lost on the wayside… forget the lovers, this movie is my hero.
Most people remember Romeo and Juliet for its undying romance, but for me Romeo and Juliet is a cautionary tale of love , and a remarkably good example on the catastrophe love can be. I think we should count ourselves lucky that we live in a time where love between individuals is nobody else’s business, but Romeo and Juliet were of a time where it involved far more than the two of them. And when there are more than two people involved, there is hell breaking loose every time you blink for a kiss.
Don’t get me wrong, Love is a many splendored thing of course, but love is also a drug we are too mired in to see the effects it has on everything else in our world. Sometimes in love, we loosen other bonds and people but we don’t care because we’re too distracted. Sometimes in love, we also loose sight of responsibilities and things of importance for a momentary infatuation or flight of fancy. Love is truly a matter of the heart, an unbridled passion, but passion if not tempered would lead you down a fiery path.
But in the end, Love really does conquer all. Some sacrifices and losses were worth it in the end. Some shifts of responsibility and bonds all come to good. But is that really how it ends for everyone? Sometimes your own story tends to veer from the path of the fairy tale, but don’t loose courage, don’t loose hope. There might come an opportunity to write your own cautionary tale of love.