(This poem was born out of Romeo's balcony scene monologue, from Romeo and Juliet and me using "what light through yonder window breaks" to playfully complement females with whom I was familiar, I playfully spun, "Hark, what light through yonder window breaks; it is beauty, a goddess, divine, the echoes, of rhapsody, the sweetest, of lullabies." I liked what I had spun together and decided to use that framework to construct a new piece of romantic poetry, building and constructing upon what I had, until this piece/poem was finally formed.)
But Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?
But Soft! What Light Through Yonder Window Breaks?
It Is, Beauty... A Goddess, Divine.
Of Such Rhapsody, I Long, To Partake.
By Her Wonders, I'm Left, Just, Stupefied.
Empyreal, The Rapture, She Bestows.
Every Single Part Of Me, Left, Wanting... More.
Such Ecstasy, She Plays, Upon, My Soul.
Each And Every Facet Of Her, Remarkable.
Exhilarated, I'm Left, Time After Time,
Inebriated... Besot... By Her Splendor, Sublime.
Mona Lisa's... Venus's... Nor Aphrodite's...
No One's Charms, More, Pleasurable.
Infatuated, I Am, By Her, Utterly.
Nothing, I've Known, More, Palatable.
With Intoxication... Fancy... She Enamors... Delights Me.
Beguiled, I Am, By Her, Ever So.
To Her, I Have, A Spiritous Affinity.
I Get Drunk, Off Her Liqueur.
There Is, Magic, In Her Every Inch.
Lovely, Her Every Hue, Pore, And Tint.
There's Nothing, To Match, Her Alluring Iridescence.
Of Woman, She Is, The Absolute, Quintessence,
The Fulfillment, Of GOD'S Intent,
Imparting, Upon Man, A Little Bit Of Heaven...
