Shake's Spear Juliet's Tale

"True, I talk of dreams and things to be That bemete nothing but vain fantasy Because they lie in the child of an idled man And yet you choose not to understand." In all my pain and distress Broken hearted still trying my best I've been battered and tossed Suffered from stiffened gains and great loss Fictitious predicitions Dictioning my heart beats and burns Chizles and churns Impatient for love's turn Hatred halted and seized Completely rotated 180 degrees My spirit whines and questions me Did my soul love til now Foreswear it's sight For I never appreciated true love or beauty Until that night Eminent details like a Siberian tiger stripe But in my prime my love is Him I turn to face all corners in my prism Complexly complicated like a Sodoku rubic's cube He calls me Juliet because he's my Montague: My only love sprung from my only hate Too early seen unknown and known too late Prodigious birth of love it is to me That I must love my loathed enemy The lines of poetic Juliet I guessed that would certify my destiny of a Capulet I open my soul to greet my mind Of what my heart chose to leave behind The simplest situation should shield me from whats new For your love is my strength and strength will get me through Feasting presence of the softest music to attending ears The silver sweet sound of a lovers tongue by night appears And yet still, our families, they try to seize The pure fire from our hands and don't believe Even in vestal modesty They attempt to steal immortal blessings I give to thee And as the envious moon glows and tides rise What has become true will then become wise It is then that love lies Not in our hearts but in the heart of our eyes