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Juliet and Romeo


Written May 9th *This is ....a new approach. It may be weird* Romeo, I found my Romeo. How is it that within my very soul you make a smile appear when a smile is hard to come by. For hours I shed tears over pain that seems to have no end but with the sound of your voice and the smile of your heart my face bends. For hours I sit in my bedchamber pondering of your arrival of which you rescue me from a vexing beautiful night. How is it that you prepare such evening of my favor in which my heart gains more fond of thee.With the wind dancing on my scalp and the sun at its brightest we take steady strolls to places of tranquility and romance.I stare at thee with admiration because you know of my heart's desires and my mind's dreams. With thy lips sweetness so intense shocked, atrium grows and my mouth cries for mollifying. But my taste buds want more. Warmth all over my body and the presence of a chill overcoming as well. With thy arms I am warm again and safe as we lie restless from the anxiety of our love. Then rain falls and I fall into your arms. Lightening strikes as our love is at war. Our souls the very pawns of a battle that has nothing to do with us. Our hearts commander and chief. We push, fight, tussle, and our bodies prevail to win. At the end there is a draw. But the battle left scars, remains, of where our love took place. When it was all over and amassed the memory of what was still remains. I can feel the very connection of our souls...meaning another war has yet to come. But then there is mass destruction. Our world is collapsing. The ground beneath our feet quivers and though we are at a high unattainable we are brought down by the fall of foreigners who know nothing of our world, our wars.....US. We are imprisoned and departed in a world of ignorance...where our sweaty love battles have brought shame on our relatives. And with no distance of our memories and our hearts...miles and miles you are away...afar from my animus corpse. I find you lifeless on the ground beneath us. With this steak I join you in our world...our home. From this prison. There our love can reunite... blissfully extensive. For you are mine Romeo....you are a great piece of me as I am of you. And without our union I am not complete.
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