Juliet loved Romeo and cut her heart out in the end
How, I ask, is that a way one’s life to spend?
Did she not know life’s more than love – in which to delve?
Probably not ; she was only, what, twelve?
Methinks tragedy is so commonplace
More so in life even than art
Because each soul lives its life in haste
And hurries to give away its heart
For some blind thing society named love
A dream which few hearts can obtain
An ambiguous idea spoken of
Interchangeably with sadness and pain
Who needs to be stripped of free will
For life, or until one can break free?
Juliet didn’t realize her error until
She surrendered to love’s insanity – Cheryl Wolfe