How easily the Poet claims his postOf Dominant to poor, sick Juliet,He moves her home, where he can help her most, And anything she needs, Poet can get.
He creates her schedules, makes her food,Ensures she gets the proper exercise,So patient through the changes in her mood,Planting loving kisses on her eyes.
In helping her, Poet's declared war;He sees her cancer as his nemesis,And harder shall he fight than e'er beforeTo wrench this foul disease from out his Bliss.
And every day, as Juliet's strength returns,Hot as e'er, the fire between them burns.
- Jack