Just a little conversation between Juliet and Romeo
Not your fault dearest Romeo!
O! Juliet, your tongue is a sharp as the end of Tybalt's rapier with one quick slip it makes all the matter in the world.
at times the wonderful Romeo doesn't know the extent his life hath on such a sweet maiden as Juliet. He breadth life into her soul oh so as not to die most tragically
Doth Thou Apothecary Vend an antidote for the tragic end of a fruitless love? bred in the heat of the phoenix ashes, left on the drapes to be blow away at the subtle funeral?
O! he doth teach the torches to burn bright
are you writing your soul into this as I or are you merely mirroring the minor manuscripts from some text?
every word my gentile lips do breathe are of the truest nature you fair Juliet in her final hours would say nothing more but silver spun honesty as she hath always done
thee silver spun honesty from thou golden lips hast cast a shadow upon'th thy usual dossal of mourn and Regret, it hath lifted'th Romeo's Spirits to that of a lark which hath descended from thy heavens, like thou Juliet.
thy Juliet’s face is set ablaze thee flattery her grandest Romeo doth Bring, Juliet is the raging strong lion, shest willing to guard, protect but nurture and care as well for it's in thyne nature to do so. Thy Juliet you hold so dear again holds you in the highest regard, had it not been for those searching eyes, pleasing smile and so sheer a fate Juliet wouldn't stand as she doth now. Her head hath had all it may bare but now her dreams are all but dashed a golden thread of amazing hope liest within her as the dearly departed dawn delights us again with her rising Romeo Delights his plain Maiden Juliet
Doth Juliet Honestly regard my Flattery? doth she acknowledge thy flirtatiousness of my intentions?
for thou hath just accepted a Compliment.
Tis with a joyous heart I sayeth I do
again you makes thyne Juliet blush
If a blush waseth a symbol of affection let thou bloom red like the rose, the ultimate symbol of thy love
thee blushest like a thousand roses, thy feelest so alive every trifle has left this garish heart and tis left with none but thoughts of Romeo
Than thy vivacious color of thynes features shall bloom across the world, spreading thou love and thou beauty far and wide, informing all that the dawn Of Juliet hath come.
thy tongue is quick, thy lips breadth life thyne are indeed warm to seal a deal that hath been too long foretold, a gift given to rare for you my Romeo are more than dawn you re the eterniale light a light so bright it makes but this humble Juliet look likest the lowly vermin of thyne earth tis YOU not I the maketh the sunshine tis you commandeth the moon to rise Tis you also Romeo that kisseth my heart so gently.. Alas Juliet findeth her love without death.. tis that not so?
Tis so
sunshine dust dances upon thyne heart at the sight of your new messages dearest Romeo!
Then tis with a joyous heart I call you at nine
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I love you too!!!!
