Forget Romeo and Juliet,
We were Mario and Tosca,
Doomed, not by name
But by our own doing, doomed
Doomed lovers all the same.

I was your dark-eyed singer
And you, my passionate artist
We lived and loved with such fire
As to rival that of passive Juliet
And eclipse Romeo’s simple pyre.

And after nights of heat and love
Who could say we were not equal?
Worthy to be ranked with famous lovers
Tristan and Isolde, Elizabeth and Darcy
Was our love worth less than the others?

‘My Mario,’ I would whisper,
‘My Tosca,’ he would reply
Tracing patterns on my pearly skin
‘For you I would die.’
I smiled and shifted in his embrace
‘I’d kill for you,’ I’d sigh.

Of course, like Mario and Tosca
Our love, though intense as any other,
Could not stop the sands of time,
And now we are eternal lovers.
I am your Tosca always, love of Mario mine
United in our pain and in our blood
For me you died
And for you
I killed.