Slave to Love...

"I was the more deceived.

Yes, you were decieved. For I never loved you till now.

Now?

I love you...beyond poetry.

Oh, my love
You ran from me before.

You were not dead before. When I
thought you dead, I did not care about
all the plays that will never come,
only that I would never see your face.
I saw our end, and it will come.

...Oh, I am fortunes fool.

Look where the dream
has brought us.

It was we ourselves did that. And for
my life to come I would not have it
otherwise.

You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.

Nor you for me.

Good bye, my love, a thousand times
good bye."

(From Shakespeare in Love)