'My Juliet' - Part 3 Outline (Revised)

Bear with me, folks -- I need to tinker with the outline sonnets a bit.)

 3 : 1

(What defines us, deep down in our core?

Is what we see exactly what you get,

Or are there hidden secrets kept in store --

All of us do -- even Juliet.)

Despite the friendship nutured over time, 

It's not been face to face, until just now;

But here in California's summertime,

It doesn't really matter anyhow...

...Unease fades as if t'weren't there at all,

Along with urges barely kept contained;

By their own desires held in thrall, 

Every nerve alive, barely restrained...

While paradise, their beautiful pastiche,

Strains against its ever-weakening leash.

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3 : 2

A modest condo, footsteps from the sand,

With Coronado Bridge in perfect view;

No longer kept apart by miles of land,

A tangible 'Verona' for the two. 

Several months have passed since their embrace,

And in that time, a life has thus been made;

In downtown's core, a modest little place,

Of all the happiness their passion bade.

Pulled from lovers' secret fantasies, 

Perfectly preserved (as best they can),

Verona's every facet aimed to please --

As perfect as the day their love began. 

By all accounts, their story here is done,

But, dear reader, this tale's just begun.

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3 : 3

Every morning, almost without fail,

He watches Juilet's morning routine --

Admires her perfect form with soft exhale; 

The most angelic being ever seen. 

She'll stand beneath the warmth of shower's jets,

To find he's chosen lavender as the scent

Of soaps that she will use (this power he gets),

And watches her felicitous assent.

Once done, a towel bundled 'round her hair, 

She'll spy this morning's neatly folded note;

He sees her smile (she knows who left it there), 

As eagerly, she reads the words he wrote. 

The first line writ with flourish, keenly whet,

In Poet's hand: "Good morning, Juliet."

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3:4

"I hope this day you find yourself renewed,

And sated by last night's activity;

As much as I enjoy you in the nude,

Today requires a touch of modesty.

You'll find I've marked with ribbons (coloured pink)

The outfit that I'd like for you to wear,

A fine perfume (blue bottle, by the sink),

And finally, a jeweled clip for your hair.

But first, of course, the most important things:

Which garments shall lie closest to your skin?

Privileged they are, those underthings--

So many choices -- what to put you in?

I think today, the lace of deepest crimson.

See you after work, my perfect vixen."

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