Here I am in the loud silence of night
Standing and staring at the bright moonlight,
Imploring my Romeo's fine as alright;
Hoping he'll combat longing all his might.

I love thee after Him and my household.
I love thee! I miss thee and it's untold.
Pearls fall on my cheeks, can no longer hold;
Dear, endure this battle as waves unfold.

To lose thee precious jewel is torture,
This heart loses felicity and pleasure.
This life turns melancholic and unsure;
I'll art in zilch without thee who nurture.

I'll art virtuous to keep away argue;
I'll swallow my pride to prove this is true.
The prayers of mine are wellness of thee.
Thy Juliet loves thee as vast as the sea.