Love Denied (Juliet's Version)

‘Tis but thy resolve that is

                In between;

Thee and I, my fire 

             My one desire.

What’s resolve? It is

          Nor end, nor fiend

Nor devil, nor angel, no

          Any other thing

Denying us forever. O, be

          Some other love!

What’s love? that

          Which we call unrequited

Or platonic would

          Be as romantic;

So love would, were

            She not philia call’d

Retain that title. Love

            Is my life

And for that love which

            Is not part of thee

Grant thee happy days.