Beloved Shakespeare Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shakespeare has always filled me with tender-hearted feelings.
Touched me with his bleeding lines of poetry, dripping his life's
blood into mine.
Feeling whatever it is of his that I am reading, fills me with
awe and gentle pleading.
Wanting him to stop the sadness which lies hiding in his meaning;
My soul is drenched with silent weeping for the deepest of his
feelings.
He writes of life as if in mirror with no fear of what others
may think.
Only poetic justice relieves this searing poetic fire of being.
Shakespeare's tongue is seen speaking through my mind, as
writing ever clearer, I too, become sublime.
No where else on earth can I be so close to a poet who once was -
than in my mind.
A closet hiding talent from all, but those who see - not only
with their eyes, but with their being.
Inspiration pushing talent to the rear so I can be as famous as
my beloved Shakespeare.