My Love, he shot me dead

Not ever would I've known, my Romeo loathed me so,

never would I thought, his loves for her, for he will betray

for revenge is sweet, and tastes that of the finest wine,

as though I dream, for its naught, its real, I must obey.

Such sinful acts, make way for such desires and reasoning,

for life's precious, full of much mystery,

this room thus darkened, created by treason and rage,

now life's past, all secrets out, my existence now history.

I'm but a ghostly presence with a shivering breeze,

for such true love I believed we had,

thus mistaken was I, when that trigger shot off,

with such reasons I have for I feel so betrayed and sad.

I gaze upon the man, once did I love,

with all my breath whisper, "I will always Love You",

then such a jealous rage, throwing all I can see,

till suddenly his voice softly shouts, "I Love You too".

Suddenly, sunbeams of light shine forth, all darkness fades,

bright suns shining through with warmth and glow,

I did naught wrong for naive was I,

then such a grin I show, for what I sensed, i'm sure I know.

Such a deep sleep, I now awake, with tears and gasping breath,

turn my head to see my love, next to me asleep in bed,

with such relief, twas only a nightmare,

yet a dream, i'll naught forget, the night my love shot me dead.

                                                                                 Joanna