Living Shakespere

I see you once in a while and I know that William Shakespeare would drop to his knees in tears if he knew our story. 
When Juliet called to her Romeo from her balcony on the moonlit night, they never could have imagined that you and I would follow in their footsteps.
I have never known the passion or lust for a woman that I know for you.
You touch me.
We live our play in acts, our star-crossed lives colliding with on another from time to time.
You can’t know the depth of the thoughts that fill my head.
We are living Shakespeare in a Sitcom world.
I think of you from time to time and wonder if you know that I love you.
I have told you more than once.  But I do not think that you can believe.
We come together and smile like old friends, but I want so much more.
I have lived every country song ever written with you.
And have known the world of Shakespearean tragedy.
I know the wanting of desires and the craving of a single kiss to hold back the floodgates of my soul.
But the actors refuse to perform and the laugh track is missing.
The lines are all wrong and the costumes in rags.
In reality, I know that we will live the pain of those forgotten acts, but the audience will rise to their feet and applaud at our attempt.
We live in a world of magic.  But that magic is lost to us.  We can not see it, except when we are together. Funny how things are so much clearer when I am staring into your eyes. 
But I do not know if that is the reality or the dream.