I saw you walking,
Down Shakespeare Street,
A tempest surrounds you,
Thunder for a countenance.

Why the pain, my friend?
The fury.
I did not know it was prophecy fulfilled,
Oh, not what you did for me.

You did not need to take the load.
You did not need to take the pain.
You did not need to take the hanging.
Nor the gutting.

Who am I to be given such grace?
Such love?
But you would lay down your life for me.
And I do not understand why...

I saw you walking,
Down Shakespeare Street,
And if an ocean of language could be expressed,
In but one drop of water,
I would say -- you Love.