If it were but so
that thou Romeo
shouldst be so gentle of heart
as to turn thy face
and feign that thou hearest not
but silence I should venture
To gaze down upon thee
From this my lonely balcony
(for what doth this
my faintness of courage serve
but to pierce my heart
as wouldst thine own dagger?)
Yet in cautious voice
I should speak to thee
That thou wouldst but listen
With thy heart
Or if thou be not a willing servant
But pray hear
What thou canst not now know
(pray, doth thou yet knowest?)
of these my desires
though they tasteth of sweet poison
To but touch thy lips to mine
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