A letter to William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Henley Street
Stratford-Upon-Avon

CV37 6QW
Stratford
United Kingdom

23 April 1666

Dear William,

I write these lines to thee, hoping thou shall smile wherever thou lodgest. It is not a sonnet nor a play but a ‘Labor of Love’

Together

Unlike “Romeo and Juliet”, our story is not written by a poet. there is no playwright to script us. It is us, together, who write our own story. Read and thou shall see.

We have traveled around the sun five times, hand in hand; a journey of more than two billion miles. Throughout this phenomenal journey we stayed beside each other, a breathtaking feeling, and an unparalleled conquest even by “Julius Cesar” standards.

As thou hath said “The course of true love never did run smooth”; one of us an Aquarius, the other a Libran, but we feel complete together, just as if we were forged from the same patch of heaven. Even when we differ, we have a secret understanding that we will mend all in a split second. We are not perfect in many ways, but that is something we indulge in.

We ride no silver horse, but a grey stead, that sounds more like a cannon, but we care not, for we can hear heart to heart. We have our own yellow butterfly; it is not one, but probably many; to remind us, that against all odds we are together, in our own “Alexandria”.

Some days we have only a few, but each and everyday, we have each other for all eternity. “All’s well that ends well”.


I will end these lines here, for I have my other half waiting. I can feel her whisper in my ear - where “art thou Romeo”


Yours Sincerely