To Juliet who still waits on her balcony for love to arrive

Who is to say
what love is
or when it is to arrive
does the white knight still exist
or will it be the black steed who
surprises

The world no longer
speaks of fair dames
or witches
only fair games
and bitches
but time will tell
as much as fate would divulge

Your faith is your promise,
your promise
an evidence of your faith
What life has in store
who can foretell
what magic each life has
in store

each life is blessed
with riches abundant
who can foresee
around which corner
beyond which bend
a special gift
to your own life be enriched
be it a friend, a lover,
or a strange encounter

But you will be blessed
as you already are
as the greater powers
gave you wisdom which makes you wise
dressed you with humour which makes you smile
showered you with empathy to see more than meets the eye
clothed you with a wicked wit to fire the mind

Even as Juliet waits in that cold balcony
now seeming an icy dungeon
you are equipped with these gifts
to meet the world
with fire and conviction
and that woman is flame enough
for Juliet is more than a damsel in distress
she too learnt to take her own fate in her stride
for good or for evil
for you too will
grab life and love by the horns
when the time is ripe.