Dearest Love

Near am I too you
Behind this awful mask
You see me not
Though I am near
My love is greater
Than that of Romeo
With his love for Juliet
My love is as strong
As two lovers under the moon
In the darkest of night
I fly to your bedside
As if to be a Faerie
Proclaiming the love of another
Soon, I wish
I will cast off this masquerade
And be by your side.
�Till then, my love
Only my heart
Holds you dear

This is a poem that I wrote as a Shakespeare project for the play The Twelth Night. It is supposed to be a love poem wirtten by Cesario, who is actually Viola, to her love, and employer, Orsino.