I am Romeo
I am Paris
Heart as pure as an angel
Lips pink as a fresh strawberry
How I love her
Listening to her talk on and on
She is reserved, my proper lady
Her way of existing
I will adore her for better or worse
I aspire to see how beautiful she will look next to me
Her and I
I will wait for my one true love,
Or I shall die without her
Being able to say she is mine,
Impatience drowns me
I will have her
Our prohibited love
Our ideal love
Our fate
Years of family feuds
Negated by whom I want to love
We will beat the odds
I can discern her soul
I can discern our future
I desire Juliet
A letter that never came
A wedding that never went through
“It was the perfect plan”
Written by Mar Bournigal
10th Grader
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