Beloved Juliet Poem by Wright Palafox

The winds of winter blew and swept
These leaves of autumn, secrets long kept,
His steps were desperate, swift and hard,
Upon the cobble stones of the boulevard,

His beloved, so much he’d long to see,
For a time which seemed like an eternity,
He was hers and she was his
For the moment, he’d reminisce:

Those times he’d gaze into her eyes,
Those times he’d confess, void of lies,
Those times they’d kiss passionately,
Those times their hands slipped perfectly,

Those times they shared their surreal dreams,
Those times they traversed those hidden seams,
Those times when he’d tell her why,
Those times when they’d detest goodbye,

He shook his head, dismissed the thought
Of what this cruel fate had wrought,
Sweat trickled down his weary brow,
All that mattered, then and now:

That his heart longed so much for
His beloved, now and forevermore,
That she was evermore meant to be
His genuine one true ohh’nly!

And so the winds of winter blew and swept,
This young woman’s gown, hair finely kept,
As this young man knelt patiently,
Awaiting his love from the balcony,

Without further ado, her arms they lay
Upon the balustrade, enticed to what he’d say,
And he sang without a tinge of regret:
“Oh, how I love thee, my beloved Juliet! ”