(Spoken)
Love…..What mischief thou hast wrought,
Why dost thou feel like a dagger in mine breast?,
Cold…..Rusted….Old,
Did I not welcome you to mine bosom, mine life,
Yet….Thou hast returned, barely an apparition of what thou once were, to repay mine kindness with untold strife.
Linger not more foul ghost….Push hard,
Forsooth, thou hast hoist me by mine own petard,
Know thou that I loved thee, and truly ‘tis my dying wish,
That one last time, thou shoudst kiss me fully on mine lips,
(Then spoken behind mine own hand)
Then methinks, haha, that I shouldst rise once more to love again, your diabolic plans to foil, as to thine own eyes it looks like I hath shuffled off this mortal coil.
(Then spoken aloud)
Lest should’st I forget in the afterlife all that I cherish,
As I take mine last breath, and, by thine own hand….Perish!

THE END…….
(Don’t forget to bow before walking off, pick up all the decent looking flowers for resale tomorrow outside the door!)