Tis, Sunday night after the ball is over, I saw him again! He held my hands so gently, I could feel my heart racing. He kissed my lips so softly, and just like that I was in love. We were only together for a moment. As he left I got the nurse to ask his name, and what family he came from. Thy nurse came back with horrible news. His name is Romeo, and he is a Montague.
My god , why does he have to be a Montague. He has to be born from a Montague family. That was the reason why my cousin Tybalt was so angry, because a Montague was at our ball. My heart dropped when the nurse explained those dreadful words. What shall I do? My family would disown me if I ever loved a Montague. My heart desires Romeo, and I cant stay away from him. He makes me feel complete with love and hope. His voice warms my heart with love.
I will see that I see him again. My heart longs for it. Just his touch, or the sound of his voice makes me smile. Laying in bed I think of him. Why does he have to be a Monatgue? If he were a Capulet we could be married and live a wonderful life. I wonder what will happen with the both of our lives. Will we be together? Or will we have to hide our love?
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