Romeo

Well now my life has no meaning. I am being torn to peices by the thought of my dear Juliet dying. I must go to her and be with her for eternity. I have dicided what I shall do. When I am at her tomb Paris comes forth and duels me. I win but I am not proud. As I drink the last of my posion I see my beautriful Juliet awakin and kiss me tenderly. For now I am dead and my love follows soon after and we will finally be together in peace.

Romeo

Oh what a wonderful timeless night. For I have spent it with my star and now our marriage is consumated. For now though I must be off to Mantua where I will waste my days in exile. But alas we shall meet again for i have no doubt of that. My love trys to fool me sayng that the nightingale is singing but when listened to more closely tis the lark that sings signaling morning. While I am ready to leave my sweet juliet tells me of her worries that we shall never meet again. I tell my love, "I doubt it not; and all these woes shall serve for sweet discourses in our times to come!"

Romeo

Oh no! Mercutio has died and it is my fault. Oh how my heart pains for thy death and sorrow I have caused! My Juliet shall be so disappointed in me. And now to learn I have been banished! How my heart weeps! If I had not stepped to stop fighting dear Mercutio and my new kin Tybalt will still be alive. Oh how I am fortunes fool!

Romeo

After thee sweet Juliet and I take in eachothers presence all nigt I set away at dawn to see the Friar Lawrence about plans of marriage. Like my sweet said Nurse comes to see about my plans of marrying Juliet. After I tell thee nurse of thy plans and set her off. Not soon there after a letter arrives from Tybalt, a Capulet. He has challenged me to a duel but I do not think of it. For I spend the rest of my day waiting for Juliet to appear at Frair Lawrences cell when she does I am over come with joy. For we marry today and spend our lives together till' death do us part.

Romeo

For night has fallen and the time to party is here. While walking to the party Mercutio tells a tale of Fairy Mab and ridicules thee about thy love for Rosaline. When I walk into the room my eyes bestow upon a bright jewel. For she be the loveliest maiden I have ever set my eyes upon. For I must hold her. Once we converse I cannot help but steal a kiss or two from thee. When we Montagues take our leave I cannot bear to be away from her and steal back to the Capulet home to talk to thee sweet Juliet.

Romeo

Oh thy heart is aching with a love so great but that goes unoticed. For why does thou not notice my yearning love for thee. For all I want to do is see thy lovely face and heart. To woo thee unconditionally. Yet it cannot be. Now all I want to do is shut out the sun and lock thyself indoors. No maiden can compare to thee. My beautiful Rosaline with undescribable beauty. For Benvolio wants nothing more than to see thou move on but how can I forget thyselves only true love. How I long to hold thee and give thee all my love. For she is thy beautiful Rosaline.