But fiction you are our Juliet, unborn:
mere humans find it so hard to portray,
for many would go to their death astray,
and a Romeo is born every day.
Childless children to your deaths forsworn
why leave the bloom of your youth this dark way?
False examples, let your deaths be scorned, allay,
these foolish gestures and abide unmourned.
What care true love for false sacrifice's knife
or petal poisons made by weakest form,
live and brave the long days with courage bold.
Oh, postpone the fated path, waylay your grief,
for grief will come to all within life's storm;
live a full life linger for death's cold.