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.