It's true that the life of one can best be deciphered with the dark days of another. A man truly dreams to find a place in the corner of a room to find a reason why? While a woman finds the center of the room to be the universe of the man who quietly watches her serenade his heart. In Richard we found Shakesperean tragedy while in Elizabeth we found comedy. The great truth to this love was what was lost. This hurt will hurt no more never more apparent in two people. A spirit that builds and grows like ivy on the chapel walls of a heart.
If this is my sonnet to life then let it be deciphered for the absence of drink. For his drunkard life can unly grow in the womb of his soul. Such a thing called dreaming and hope in that clouds full of rain will wash away the dirt from these scars. When Richard pledged his love it was indeed eternal and yet mortal. Therefore when Elizabeth pledged her eternal love it was mortal. Two souls...one great love. A story to remain untold and never to truly be understood unless one could survive such a comedy of tragic proportions.
Shakespear only wished he could have written this act in the everlasting life of love.
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