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.