goodbye and good luck

I need to see my princess again. I know that all remains is her beautiful body, but I have to see her. There was someone in the tomb calling my Juliet his love. so, without no obligation I drew a fight. he was qwivering on the floor. Before I tore him to shreds he spoke. At first, I didn't reconize the voice, then it was Paris. His dying wish was to be laying next to Juliet dying. so, I spared him his dream and set him next to her. I glanced at Juliet she was so...beautiful. she still had color uin her face and her lips were as red as ever. I couldn't be without her, so with one last breath, I ended my life with the vile that was made from the devil. my life was damned. eveything was damned unless I was with Juliet. Immeiatly, i grabbed for my chest grasping the memories I had of every moment of me and Juliet. I take one last grasp of air that has been inmy vocabulary "Juliet".

departing from Juliet

Last night i met up with my sweet, sweet Juliet. She seemed so at peace and she was so beautiful. No amount of words could describe the feeeling of her against me. The warmth of her body against mine as I held her close to me. i think to myself " love will be remorse." I must leave her because of fear of getting caught. however, i shall not depart without a lock of our lips. something is bothering her. I can feel it on her lips. I can taste pain on my beloved's lips. I won't ask her. not yet, atleast. I hope I can see her again sometime soon. No one in this world could make me as happy as Juliet has made me.

the river of red

A sword's blade was drenched twice this day in a liquid of red between both families. At first, Mercutio and Tybalt were fighting , but me knowing the prince's declare, I wanted to separate them so we all wouldn't get in trouble, however, when I got in between the two to keep them from fighting, with one switch of a blade Mercutio fell. Not quietly,I might add. with rage and frustration filling my entire body I lunged toward Tybalt the on going battle finished with him swimming in his own blood. I truly am fortune's fool! how will Juliet see me now? will she see me as a monster? my exile to leave Verona isn't even powerful enough to keep me away from those mesmerizing eyes, devastating face, and blood stoned lips.

plans with an angel

I had to tell the friar of my plans to marry fair Juliet. at first, he was hesitant. most likely because he knew of my love of Rosaline. after some moments off consideration he agreed . also, the friar has agreed to keep the wedding secret. I can not imagine what would happen if I had to be parted away from that beautiful face chiseled out of honey. and that voice. o' if only I could hear that voice over and over again in my head. Mercutio and all the other lads never seem to understand what I must go through. how they make foul jokes about weather what I did with someone or not. they never are knowing that at any moment my love for Juliet could be torn apart. physically, that is. I would die for Juliet. Juliet's nurse had a word with me about the wedding and when I would be able to meet my beautiful saint. I will only be quaint when I have my Juliet in my arms and kissing that angel face.

the party

The party was absolutely extravagant. so many people and so many beautiful women attended. however, only an angel caught my eye. young fair Juliet. she was even more radiant than the stars in the sky, or sun, she even makes the moon envious. i tried hard to dazzle her, but she's quick a tick. kissing her lips felt like the growth of a flower, or a night after rain has fallen.quiet, yet peaceful and a slight breeze filling the air. tonight she was standing upon her balcony and she was so beautiful. she swore her love to me with her gentle lips and asked of me to marry her tomorrow. my heart has forever fallen in the hands of sweet Juliet.

romeo

I am beginning to see that love is an indulgence that is somewhat difficult to get. The fair beauty that is locked in my soul is in no desire to become my love. her beauty, her face is like its made out of porcelain. her eyes are like beautiful stars that shine, and her lips look as if someone had painted them perfectly with red paint. o! how my heart beats for that devilishly exsquisitegirl. my dear friend Benvolio tells me to move on and to forget that beautiful face of an angel. he tells me to find someone more extravagant, but I don't think there's room in my heart to do so. there was this rushed young man who came up to me today begging to read a scripture and it stated that there was a party being held at the Capulet's home. perhapsI can find her at the party.