Love and Poetry in Dementiaville

At the touch of love,
everyone becomes a poet.

-- Plato

Three days after we met, Romeo began to write love letters and poetry to me, and I wrote back. Here's a sampling:

Dearest Juliet,

Since knowing you,
My heart has opened yet further
To embrace all womankind.

Love,
Romeo

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Dearest Juliet,

Not only have you taken up residence in my heart, but now in my mind, too! Am I therefore "possessed?" If so, I love it!!!

Love,
Romeo

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My Dear Romeo,

A poem I wrote for you:

Request Granted

You, my gentle jewel, sweetly ask for my kiss.
I am touched, for few have requested.
Instead, they have tempted and enchanted
Then invoked empty possibilities
And compromised my breath.

I am curious -- do you know what you ask?

Our kiss would be a primordial gesture,
An exchange of life force,
A blending of our spirits.
We would know each other's beginnings
And give birth to each other throughout time.

You know, don't you?

With all my heart,
Juliet

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Dear Beloved Juliet,

A beautiful poem; tender, exquisite -- and oh! so true! Yes, we are cut from the same piece of cloth, you and I. The Tailor repeated His/Her work so that a new, unimaginable synchronicity could be born -- souls melding even before they returned to the Ultimate Unity.

Love you completely,
Romeo

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Dearest Juliet,

I don't know why I missed you so today.
Last night we went so deeply,
Exquisitely. Blissfully.
And maybe that stirred the old stagnant waters of sadness, aloneness and unhappiness
That I experienced in my puberty.
All I know is that I miss you.
That is the stark, naked truth of me.
And I love you.

Romeo