If she is in Verona, so am I
The sunrise on the ocean is a sign
A day of warmth is dawning; touch the sky
I tell myself to reach for one, divine
Divinity’s the goddess on this beach
The fools refuse to worship; they are blind
She hovers in her heavens, out of reach
Except within the temple of my mind
She calls, “Where art thou?” Where am I, indeed?
Within Verona’s prison I’ve been shut
If she would be my lover, I’d be freed
With grace, my ties to Earth would all be cut.
If you are in Verona, or above
Dear Juliet, I need your blessed love.

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