Well, I Am

Reflections off the window,
Rain beating against it.
Tear Drops like rain on the pillow,
Despairing bit by bit.

Drifting off to sleep,
Staring out into the world.
Emotions begin to seep,
Transforming into a bottomless whirl.

...

Juliet, Oh Juliet,
For whom do you wait?
Patience has made you quiet,
Speechless you have been of late.

Julian, Brother Julian,
Can you not see?
It requires no median;
Love need only exist between you and she.

Janelle, Dear Janelle,
Will you give your daughter's hand?
I wish her only well,
There are no other demands.

James, Sir James,
Your son is already mature.
It's about time he made him own name,
By marrying to show his love is pure.

...

The pianist plays his pianoforte,
Loud and Soft he gives their story.
This is her important day,
Today is his pride and glory.

Should there be any objections,
Just remember the verse of Corinthians Thirteen.
Love is unusual and unordinary,
Love, is real.