(BASKET CASE)

Rosaline

Dearest Rosaline,

where are you hiding, my love?

Are you wading through Romeos?

Searching every beautiful Juliet's face for mine?

The way I look for you?

I've realized lately my dearest Rosaline,

I don't know what you look like,

Though I've tried to give you many faces, and many names, genders,

But I will not know until I see you and I have been blind to this fact. Ironically.

Because I was so desperately at a loss for you, my fairest Rosaline,

I only kept giving my heart to every Romeo I waded past, and each beautiful Juilet.

I fear I am not a patient woman my dear Rosaline, I never will be.

I apologize I will not have a heart intact, for you, when we do meet,

But my dearest, I can power cities with the love I will save for you.

I will wait, if not patiently
for you,
dearest Rosaline.