Would you love me then?

Would you love me if I was the only one
left to wander this god-forsaken Earth?
If everyone turned you down
and you came to realize this person
who's kept silent as she waited for you?
When the world spun backwards
and in it, you found me first among the rest?
What would happen if I had not been too kind
or were different from you,
would you have seen me as more of a girl
than just a friend?
Say I were a bit more shy,
and not as noisy as I am now,
would you have taken notice of me
and become curious of that girl in the corner?
Think if I was more conscious of how I looked
then how I acted or what I said,
you'd see me differently somehow?
Would you love me if I wasn't the one standing here
but that girl that you just can't forget?

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Why do people love what they cannot have, and want what they cannot reach? And why is it that we try to be someone we're not for someone we love, in the hopes that they would like us in return. Oh what a drama this thing called love is.

Man and Woman

To find one who truly means the world
and understands with a loving heart
is something that one wishes for
in finding the body and soul's other part.
A man who above all gives of himself
as he pledges to love his wife dearly
and in vowing in front of God and friends
sees in a new light completely.
He who makes her laugh and smile
and without contempt sacrifices
to make her the happiest bride on Earth
through all pains and strife.
And she a woman long sought a man
and on Earth has found her partner,
wishes only but happiness for them both
bearing his sons and daughters.
She who bears his children in name
and goes about a wife and mother,
gives all her family her own love
as blessings and gifts to God the Father.
And thus it all but begins with a wedding
in a fairytale never ending,
as both people go on their merry way
their blessings and wishes, in God thus I pray.

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Oh how lovely the sound of a perfect happy ending and marriage. What is perfection but a simple dream and wish. What is a happy ending but our own personal choice.

Where art my love?

Such a story is a paramour of my dreams,
and will true love be never mine to hold.
Shall it remain forever a dream
or shall I see it opened before me
like a chest of gold yearned by all
and simply mine.
For I desire my own true love,
not that of others who hath their own wishes
because I, selfish thus
for that which is rightfully mine -
my own deserving true happiness.
I neither wish to take which isn't mine
but to find what was fated to be
meant only for me.
Can I seek to find only my own true love?
Finding not those whose hearts I may break
or to find those who might break mine own.
For there may only be me
and there shalt just be him.
Him whom I desire most of all
above everyone else, him, who is love,
the embodiment of my heart and
the yearning of my soul.
Where art thou?

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Shakespeare-in-love-inspired . A different style of writing from 18th Century literature.