Shakespeare's Night of Anne Hathaway
SHAKESPEARE'S NIGHT OF ANNE HATHAWAY
They loved well in the night, 'twas but their game
and took them to the brink of sanity
where both could feel the burning of its flame
and be more into love than they should be;
His cataclysmic heart too young to wait,
She much to sassy of a mind to care
they'd have it all before it was too late
taking from love what love's been hiding there;
and in the last lavation of desire
when love's no more, they lay right where we lay
begrudged of what they thought should be a fire
but all they found was love that would not stay.
and yet they stay beholden to the night
though love was not so real, and not so right.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015
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