I be Juliet again

I be Juliet again?

I be Juliet again?
I falleth again,
I loveth again,
I waiteth,
In the, for the anticipation,
In the, for the expectations…
Cometh the hour…
where is the man…?

I waiteth again,
For the unknown,
For the un-understood,
For the unforeseen.
I hopeth,
For the man of my dreams,
For my Romeo,
However roadside he may be

Has it really happened?
Have I fallen in love,
Yet again?
And yet again I giveth him no time,
I jump to silly conclusions,
I jump in tandum,
As the butterflies in my stomach jump,
Yet again?

So what’s new with this one,
Havent met him yet,
That should restrict me greatly,
I need restriction such as these,
For it confines my destructive powers too,
Habitual destructor I am,
Habitual romantic I am,
I falleth again.

What about the old one?
Do I forget the lovers lost so far,
The battles of love lost to them,
How do I face them again,
That too soon,
In june,
What if he is there too,
And what if he isn’t?

Oh, is he my new muse?
Does he need know that?
What if he freaks,..
What if I be his muse too?
He writes too, he laughs too,
He does all that I do,
Does that mean I do all that to him,
That he does to me?

He’ll be here soon,
With my ticket to heaven,
With a movie and a dinner,
With a cuppa coffee and a little more,
With a few smiles for me,
That I’ll steal from his lips,
With a little more than him,
He comes, packing away my loneliness.
(For) He cometh, with a lonely heart too.

25th march 08,
1.30 am

Disclaimer: Any resemblance to creatures of the homo-sapiens kind is purely coincidental. Dont ask who, why and when! Let this be my poetic license