My Dearest Capulet

I wish I didn't feel this way

toward my ill-fated lover.

The croosing stars. The swirling clouds.

The potion is key.

The key to unity.

The key to freedom.

The key to love.

Why dost thou name be cursed?

Cursed with an ancient grudge

Cursed with envy, and yet, beautiful.

I could not dare live my life 

without you, nor put a blemish in our heavenly vows.

If death is what it takes

then death it shall be.

My dearest Capulet,

I cannot wait to make love with you

in the afterlife.

 

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