Romeo's Inspiration (5th Draft)

Baby angels run heaven, with harps.
Tis a known fact vowed - Tiberious hath just returned, spurned.

Before they shooed him gatewise, he did steal one half peak.

Whereas Tiberious aimed his armies, Romeo aimed his love,
Both crafts in theory, were gentle as doves,
Hoary sun and mistress moon laughed to call them foes,
As did the bronze-clad rain gods winking from their thrones.
Though both hath set their prickly ears to catch her footstep's call,
the shade of difference brushing -
Tiberious hath yet to fall.

Juliette blazed from Olympus' womb as Aphrodite's gift,
pasteurized to her mother's sweet confection,
to wield the legend dowry of Hermes' premonition.

Though both hath fought Poseidon for
her will against the seas,
Tiberious stares from wooly shroud,
Romeo caved on poisoned knee.

'Thine apparition, lady, is wrought upon my life!
How clingeth wroth this nethernet, how slowly turns the knife!
Centuries wane, senses toll, years be silent stones,
Yet every new commotion findeth thee within its moan!'

But he is consigned without regret, and would not
for her mother's gold disturb her perfect sleep,
alone or with Tiberious on whose jealous breast she peeps.

So strange that hearts should fall to flesh which fates hath mindless turned,
Some slight skin here, a tad bone there,
and souls forever burn.