Romeo be

Poet of love,
firing your words,
as cupid's arrows,
into the air,

and when they land,
will they hit their mark?

Use ink from pen,
to spill out dreams to paper,

of what future might bring,
in a time so near,
or far away.

The power to know,
the power to see,
not be owned by me,
til my future be known.

Lovely lady come to me,
with your beauty
inside and out,

and let us take our dreams,
and lay them on table
side by side,

and should the puzzle fit,
then we will see,

a place that we might be,
destine for and to,
just me and you,
my Juliet, as I Romeo be.