Tempest 9 (Ferdinand)

Prospero invited me to dine with him and Miranda tonight. I have no idea why, but I suppose it may have to do with our (Miranda and my) relationship. I will figure out in a few minutes.

Tempest 8 (Miranda)

It pained me to watch Ferdinand work. But inside, I was soaring with delight- for me he was doing this. For me. I was just the girl he had met when his ship had sunk, the girl who had sustained his family. He was doing backbreaking work for my hand, and even through my protests held fast. 

It seamed we had know each other forever, while in reality, only a few short days ago, I knew no true man but my father  (and that deformed cripple whom  never remember his name).

At last I convinced him to take a break, no matter how short. We sat on my log together, and he touched my lips with his own. When he held me close, I knew that, whether or not Father allowed us to be together, nothing could stop us from loving each other. 

I am sorry

For weeks

I have been 

unable to write.

I have been bound

by school

Other works

Other duties.

I am not yet ready

to say 

Goodbye

for there will be days

I have time

and

Time again

to finish what

I started.

I know

I must write

A full year

at least

And

I shall.

I shall finish

Tempest

I shall

start

And finish another

In verse

Perhaps

But who

Knows for

sure

but God?

I will

Not

be the author who

disappears without

Notice

and leaves 

Words unsaid.

No,

I shall

Return.