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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Romeo’s left bereft, ill tidings his Juliet’s dead Kneels beside, placing a kiss upon her head Trembling in despair, she feels so cold, Decides to search the afterlife, rejoin her soul Chalice of poison, sits upon tables near Drinks it down, whilst choking back tears, A destroyed man, desperate beyond woe These his final words, so my story goes First time we met, I finally felt whole Oh what tenderness, sweet longings behold Those beautiful eyes, captured my heart When you spoke, an angels voice took it apart We shut out feuding memories, kept open minds Our families mutual hatred, was all cast behind Sharing real dreams, whilst walking alone Healing raw scars, etched into our bones Looked at each other, only beauty was seen Now a past reflection, of what could’ve been Why are we in hell, condemned for no crime Our life was heaven, even the stars realigned Tomorrow was predestined, then faded away Now I lay here moribund, beside you, today As Romeo drew his last breath, Juliet awoke Somehow she heard, loving words he just spoke Darling Romeo lies dead, limp by her side Utter tragedy befell, on the turn of one tide Without hesitation, she unsheathed his sword From Juliet’s broken heart, blood starts to pour Placed her arms around him, in gentle embrace Finally together, never again shall they awake What purpose holds sorrow, when love ends in vain Death the only known antidote, to kill undying pain. By David Kavanagh
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