O speak again my love! For thou art as being o'er my head,As is a winged messenger of heaven.Thy hath eyes that shine for ones that are unable to see their path, such like stars. For that which thee extinguish light thou radiate of the night skyI am no pilot. Yet, wert thou as far as that vast shore washed with the farthest sea, I would adventure for such merchandise.
O’ Romeo although I joy in thee, thy are moving too irrationally, such decisions must require time and thinking as you are a Montague after all I have no joy in this contract tonight. It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; too like lightening, which in doth cease to be ere one can say ‘it lightens’
Hurry along Juliet, we do not want to keep Paris waiting.
Continue to wake each day and await until death so takes you...
I have nights cloak to hide me from their eye: and but thou love me, let them find me here: my life were better ended by their hate than death prorogued, wanted of thy love. O wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied? For thou must live knowing my only love is with another, I refuse. Live with so I cannot.For thy hast no meaning as a pen without paper. How shall I possibly live my love?
Thou just another man, appearing to be wanting of my happiness yet thy incarcerate me in your control even when not intended, quite like father. Oh Romeo, if thou do see thee, thou will murder thee. I beg you to leave good Montague I abhor in this request; Thy should go before good nurse come wondering. Adieu, for may we meet again.
I sprint toward you Juliet but seem as though thou placed on a treadwheel. Constant running with no destination, much like punishment. This betrayal is none like another, for thy shall regret this!
How dare but disregard one’s pure love. She is none but pure poison that erodes all amongst her! For thou proved love is fire, thee whom belittle others emotion rather cast infinite flames to thyself.
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