How dare the nightingale sing
Filling my ears with music's poison
When all I need or want to hear
Is merely thy voice from lips of crimson

How dare the sunlight glow at dawn
Waking me up from dreams divine
Torn asunder with a frown
For not thou arms I'd surely die...

[Midnight romance just hits me sometimes...I'm not Shakespeare but I hope you enjoy; to E.P.]

" What light is light, if Silvia be not seen?
What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by?
Unless it be to think that she is by
And feed upon the shadow of perfection
Except I be by Silvia in the night,
There is no music in the nightingale;
Unless I look on Silvia in the day,
There is no day for me to look upon; "


[Shakespeare's "The Two Gentlemen of Verona" (III.i.170-187), speech given by Valentine]