Oh Juliet, with your soft words and as a vision of light from yonder window, a holder of
Saint-seducing gold,
...you took your Romeo and taught him to touch with light finger tips and saddened eyes, his death quickened by his longing to partake of you and yours in turn follows a brief shedding of a regal gown and cloak.
A pair of star-crossed lovers.
Star-crossed as lovers yes, but you never released the fiery passion that would have made you both pick up and leave the shelter you called home and the ones you called family.
One fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.
Spoiled in riches but not experience, you should have taken Romeo into the tunnel, on the edge of town to became wildly undone together.
For stony limits cannot hold love out,
And what love can do that dares love attempt.
Your hands were to be bound by the strength of his youth and longing, silken hair tangled in the leaves and branches that also scratch deeply into your writhing back.
These violent delights have violent ends.
I should still today have record of the echos of passion heard that night and every other until you escaped the rules and regulations that bound your passion.
- For never was a story of more woe
- Than this of Juliet and her Romeo.
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
......if there is such a man,
for you and I are past our dancing days.
Do not be softened with delusions of love and petal soft touches.
- Is love a tender thing? It is too rough,
- Too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
He jests at scars that never felt a wound.
Don't be afraid to take what you want as I will give you all of what you need.
But this all still sounds too romantic and happily ever after for my taste this evening.
A greater power than we can contradict
Hath thwarted our intents.
What are you waiting for?
Come in and close the door.
These violent delights,,
will have the greatest ends.
