That I may aspire
To such lofty heights
In heart and mind
As those ill-fated lovers,
Romeo and Juliet.
Intolerable
That I should abandon
Any dream-filled notion
Of finding my prince,
Charming or otherwise,
From within these walls.
Inconsequential
That I should be left
Alone and wandering
Through fields of jealousy
For a prize not mine to win
No matter my desire.
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