Of Shakespeare
By Anonymous
For as time passes,
I stay the fool.
Stained with fear,
reverence shouts,
silencing my tender heart.
For if she were fair Ophelia,
I am the half-witted Hamlet.
Soliloquies left unsaid,
history shall never know,
of Venus interlocking.
In another time,
another life,
how I would cherish you.
For poets will never sing,
of the two flowers at Ophelia’s grave.