Waiting for such beauty
I was filled with thirst
and she the wine to quench
such soreness in my throat.

Whilst I avenge the death of young love
she, a youthful beauty dared to defy death for her lover who
drank his poison and she with a dagger to her heart.

A tragedy,
my misery.
For I who loved her
is now left with not a thing
but agony
and longing
for a fool.


I, a noble
with no wisdom to boast
shame on me for such lack
of wit
to realize that no tenderness
no love
would be spared for me.
for i am no romeo.

I never stood a chance
to this youngster, Montague
even the queen Mob knew
that
I was nothing
but her father's favorite Paris
and never is,
never was
and never will capture the heart
of the beauty that is Juliet.