Somewhere amid a deafening silence, I found myself reading the book of an old yet unfading memory -- I saw my soul scanning the pages of Shakespeare's everlasting masterpiece.
Glittering like the stars in the endless universe above, her eyes scintillate better that any flickering light. Her face is aflame in the stillness of the night, wearing the lovely smile that I wish to have. And, seeing her hair talks with the breeze in mirth, somehow I become stupid enough to wish that I was the daughter of Capulet.
I saw your eyes imbued with pictures of her bliss, reflecting the stream of charm that I could never possess. She is the only one you perceive. She is the damsel who owns your gaze. She made you vide that love is not only found in reveries. In your heart, she is the first. It is impossible for me to take her place.
I am not Juliet to take the space you saved for the woman who owns you. I am not stunning enough -- not an enthralling piece of view. The balcony is not the place where I should stay for, when I look down, I know that there would be no Romeo. Perhaps, loving you is the sweetest but also meant to be my greatest rue.
However, in this world where we dwell, dying together is not the only proof that an affection is heavenly real. Two hearts surpass every struggle for one another. United souls survive every battle because of a profound care. Love, outside the shadows of romantic novels, is all about two people who stays alive for each other.And I am willing to live for you. Every morning would be a pleasure to wake up for you. If she was no longer in the scene, I would go with you. We could write a story better than that of Juliet and Romeo -- a story that is real and true.
On the other hand, as a part of the package of reality, you may never place your eyes on me. So if your Rosalie would be forever in the picture, please let me know. Even if I love you so, with all the love I can give, I promise to let you go.
Somewhere amid a deafening silence, I found myself reading the book of an old yet unfading memory. I closed it -- praying that, someday, the Greatest Writer would create a love story of you and me.[December 2012]
