A lover’s lament, a lover’s sigh.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
Trials and woes fall to those who
wish a fair ride without bumps and baggage.

I love you not with perfection as the end
but with honor for your heart so full of me
I wonder in astonishment how I am still by your side.

I love you on a true course where darkness
will fall, but in shadow I will find your hand,
we will guide one another to new day’s dawn.

Lysander and Hermia have nothing on us.
We will end together as they, only there will
be no trickery on our course, just one heart
joined to another.

View image of Submitted by Mohamed A. Ahmed from Giza, Egypt + @NazishAmin from Karachi, Pakistan (Credit: Credit: Hermia and Lysander.)