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.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 8:11 AM UTC
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.
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