Romeo and Juliet (Our Story)pt 1

Heavens smiled upon my being at the tender age of ten and four years, For the elation her beauty projected through my blind eyes reborn sight, Thus by such a miracle the eyes of mine decreed that she and she alone was beauty, For within her smile, upon her lips, and more so within her soul, she declared me, and me alone to hence forth be invited to dwell in her heart by the name of Romeo, Our affair, though innocent, became fueled with the intense desire of a hell flame, yet, was equated with the youth and innocence of a rosebud, and as a rosebud, bloomed to display the enchantingly enticing emotion of love, Creating scenes of romance that neither Shakespeare nor any other poet could express with diction, Thus, as I write of reminiscence, with words that woo my will of wonder, despite the beauty within such words, I degrade by virtue of degrading, the true scenes of romance born between myself and my love within those moments Thus the scene remained as such, until that day, That wretched, unbearably cruel day of reality, in which my Juliet was forced to depart from the shelter of my affection, by the will of the parents that created her for me, moved to a new life, a better life, for new work and more gold, miles and miles and miles away from the comfort of a love perfect by definition, Bidding farewell broke my spirits, my heart, but never my emotion and affection for my fair Juliet, thus I declared, forever and forever and forever again I shall remain her Romeo,