“Olivia: How does he love me?
Viola: With adoration, with fertile tears,With groans that thunder love, with sighs of fire.”
- William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night
A 21st century Viola of sorts,
You find yourself caught.
Between blue and pink,
of all things,
Happens to the best of us.
A few google searches later,
You realize that,
Pink, lavender and blue are great colours,
also, you can like more than one.
You can compare her to an autumn evening,
think that her eyes shine as bright as pearls.
walk with her like its the easiest thing in the world.
The situation is tragic,
Yet-
With no Orsino in sight -
You do have some respite.
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