Out the window  one sees changing seasons

My love for thee grows,though, outside is snow

To find warmth amidst ice has its’ reasons

My heart doth melt with a warm gentle glow

Butterflies speak in my gut of treason

I can not think of a love more stronger

Than that of my ‘Romeo,’ Sir Stephens

This ‘Juliet’ prays this life be longer

She will not breathe without her ‘Romeo’

Air has no meaning without knowing you

Shakespeare was brilliant,yet, he could not know;

Of this deep love. Or of how pure and true

We are not Montague nor Capulet

This love shall linger with every sunset