Shakespeare's Dreams

Geniuses of countless nations, 

And countless people looking for reparations,

Have told of their love for generations, 

Till all their memorable phrases, 

Are celebrated to much elation.....

And are as common as goldenrod and daisies.....How did you mate with me?

Their girls have glimmered like the moon,

Or shimmered like a summer moon,

Made all the boys swoon, 

Stood like a lily, fled like a fawn,

Now the sunset, now the dawn,

The prince is looking for his miss,

Here the princess in the tower 

There the sweet forbidden flower.

Darling, when I look at you....

Every aged phrase is new,

And there are moments when it seems...

I have married one of Shakespeare's dreams.