She Haunts Me Still

She Haunts Me Still

By De Elizabeth

Act I Burial

Act I

Burial

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs;

Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes;

Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.

What is it else? A madness most discreet,

A choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

—William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

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