The Last Dance of Romeo and His Juliet
the moon lights our early demise,
close your eyes for loves lost dream,
leave my rose the thorns deceive me,
for even a prick it bleeds for she,
portraits painted of my heart beating,
Eros burns me with her flame,
sold my soul to the Virgin Mary,
held in my hands eternal pain.
Forgive me lord for times of treason,
she is my sun, my mist, my snow, my rain,
the last dance with my juliet,
a rose by any other name,
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