lonely heart

i have wanted this since i was but a child,

conjugating verbs and dreaming of dancing

through the streets, through the nights

yet here i am, wanting to destroy it all

for it is worthless without you.

a world devoid of color, of beauty

i see not the fruit that hangs in trees-

only the fallen oranges, rotting in the street.

i'd sooner burn the cathedral to the ground

than ever leave your side again

i love you with so much of my heart that none is left to protest

the Benedick to my Beatrice

forever and always,

amen.