A ChAnCe...

Everytime I lay down
It feels so good for me to have you this way
The only other thing I wish I had was a chance
A chance To tell you how I feel about you
And how it feels to live without a chance
A chance To tell you I'll love you forever
Knowing that I'll never have a chance
Sometimes reality hurts
And you wonder if life's worth Living at all
Knowing no matter how much you care
You'll never have a prayer Of having what you want
At least I've been close enough
I could taste Beauty at it's best
But never a trace of a chance




Absence
~ Pablo Neruda

I have scarcely left you
when you go in me, crystalline,
or trembling,
or uneasy,
wounded by me
or overwhelmed with love,
as when your eyes
close upon the gift of life
that without cease I give you.
My love,we have found each other
thirsty and we have
drunk up all the water and the blood,
we found each other
hungryand we bit each other
as fire bites,leaving wounds in us
.But wait for me,
keep for me your sweetness.
I will give you too
a rose.

Romeo and Juliet
Act 2, Scene 2
ROMEO
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she
:Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it;
cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!O,
that she knew she were!
She speaks yet she says nothing: what of that?
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.I am too bold, 'tis not to me she speaks:
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
Having some business, do entreat her eyes
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heavenWould through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!O, t
hat I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

JULIET

Ay me!

ROMEO
She speaks
:O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
As glorious to this night,
being o'er my head
As is a winged messenger of heaven
Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
JULIET
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
ROMEO
[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?
JULIET
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.What's Montague?
it is nor hand, nor foot,Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!What's in a name?
that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of theeTake all myself.
~ William Shakespeare