A Shakespearean Kind of Love

I was meant for a Shakespearean kind of love
the kind where emotions drip like the rain
Off of fingertips and into puddles
Collecting slowly into vessels of passion

Where love is non-perfect
jutting directly into the center of the heart
Touching each nerve gentle as a summer breeze
caressing each whim with careful consideration

It is uneasy, uncomfortable, incomparable
its scent leaves one heady with hunger
Trance-like, it seeks to take over the mind and body
clinging to the soul like a soft blanket

I was meant for a Shakespearean kind of love
in its purest form, its truest form
Enduring the hollowness of today's conventions
indulging in deep valleys where only kindness echoes loudly

Where love collides with romance and mystery and tenderness
opening the soul to views never seen or felt or heard before
Widening the depth of the mind leaving it limitless
for there are no boundaries to this kind of love

When no music is heard, love speaks
creating its own notes of lust and pleasure
Breathing its melodies into every pore of every inch of skin
where goosebumps cannot compete to stay down

My kind of love
Deep, delicious, soulful, graceful
Respecting, doting, loving
Playful, plentiful, beautiful
Loyal, strong, passionate
Hungry, happy, hopeful

And never at a loss for more...