Romeo and Juliette could never meet.
They were too different, too imperfect, for the society
they'd lived in for those fruitful days of youth.
But unlike they who can not meet because of forbidden
circumstances, which would be altered in the future, they
we're stuck.
We can't meet because her- the most beautiful of all
flowers, the ____ is to bloom only in the day,
And I shall forever be cast upon release to the gentle
shadows of the stars,
Falling, but not as deep as the Love I have for her.
She is my equal, my reliable- trusted day wallower.
Though she mustn't wallow as I do, for the life of day, the
youth of the morn.
She couldn't fore she knows nothing of the ardent attention
within the confinements of my hearts.
♥ My Juliette ♥