A cold kiss lay frozen on crimson lips

His tears could not thaw her icy chill

Thy soul to sea as fare so many ships

Whose lose pain could never fill

O’ slab, coarse for so delicate a flower

How I wish that I could soften thee

Yet I have it not in my mortal power

Into the hands of God must it be

Fairest maiden how I long to offer thou comfort

Though separated many worlds apart

Couldst I have quenched thy terminable hurt

Nay–sorrow be still my beating heart

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O’ my dearest Juliet, I am dead to this world without thee

With this bitter nectar reunited soon we shall be

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~