A phone cradled between their shoulder and their ear,
Simultaneously, secret lovers begin to fall asleep.
Three-thousand looming miles, the entity that separates them,
Wrapped up in a love of which they can't speak.
Imagination illustrates so vividly, so beautifully,
The painted landscape of a caressing kiss.
But Juliet dreams of his strong hand truly touching hers,
Purple sparks erupting from their skin in the midst of their bliss.
Romeo longs desperately for the fire-like warmth,
That of her soft body pulled snug against his own.
But with both lovers' world in bitter objection,}
They can't show the world the romance they've grown.
He tells her softly that he loves her, his voice a gentle breeze,
Through one of their only outlets to speak.
Pondering upon this, Juliet says the same,
As a single tear runs down her porcelain cheek.
Romeo hears the shudder in her voice,
His heart wrenches at the thought.
But he knows that he can do nothing at all,
His angry face growing hot.
He holds back tears that violently threaten
To break the barriers of his gentle grey eyes.
In retrospect of their sweet secret left untold,
Romeo silently cries.
With a few words softly spoken,
A deadly secret to be revealed,
Everything could unravel, it would all fall apart,
And they'd lose the relationship they'd healed.
Juliet looks out at the dawning day,
The sun emblazening the sky.
Only an hour until her father wakes up,
So it's time to say goodbye.
Romeo realizes this, too,
As he hears a clock strike three.
Softly, he sadly reminds Juliet,
"Don't tell anyone about you and me."
She hears her father stirring,
And her heart jumps in a nauseating quake.
"I have to go," Juliet tells him hastily,
"I think my dad's awake."
"Okay," he says, a sigh in his voice,
As he stares at the inside of his eyes.
But he can't seem to say goodbye,
No matter how hard he tries.
"I love you, Romeo," she whispers to him,
"Please sleep well tonight."
After goodbyes, she hangs up with the boy,
With whom the world seems so right.
Romeo sets his phone back down,
Staring at his room, painted with the moon.
"Two more years," he tells himself,
"But it doesn't seem as soon."
Juliet wraps her arms around herself,
The image of his own drifting away.
Oh, how much Juliet would give,
If she could speak the words she wanted to say.
Romeo reaches with outstretched fingers,
Toward the darkness, so blank and bleak.
He sends a caress through the air,
Wiping away the tear on her cheek.
Juliet feels the tingle on her skin,
And smiles, covering his hand with her own.
And so goes a night in the lives of Romeo and Juliet,
Nuturing the garden that their forbidden love has grown.
