JulietYou son of Montague, you made my heartMore Like This
Soar like a light-limbed lark
Which, kissed with day, sings its soul in
When you kissed me, my mind would
Cast off its shy shroud as I absorbed
The taste of your lips with mine and felt
The smooth of your golden hair.
At times like those we were
And nobody but nobody could touch us
Star-crossed lovers in our infinite embrace.
But you took the ninth life from the Feline Prince
When you skewered his darkling heart
And so you sewed your own to mine
Before you fled, before you fled.
And you thought me dead when you found me here
Evading that man.
Your veins are stained with that poison
And your cloak with the drops which rush from my eyes.
What shall I do without you?
I cannot I should not I would not I cannot I will not love anybody else.
O Montague, your blade beckons me
To walk the icy path with you forever.
I go willingly.
O happy dagger. This is thy sheath.
There rust, and let me die.