Juliet, after meeting Romeo for the first time
I placed my trust in his hands, to which he called unworthy. In them, I placed my blooming heart as well, like a rose in a spring morning. He gave me his vow, and it is now an honor that I dream of being put to action.
I only beheld his eyes when his hand caught my attention. Oh, and how he kissed by th’book – and th’book held secrets to how my lips wished to be touched. That evening was written in the stars. They gazed down, as two enemies met under masks. Love, being the only one to bind us together. I never would have poured my heart over a Montague, but alas, it has unfolded before me like a perfect map. His lips had taken the sin away from his name. And I would kill him by loving him this much. He was like a poor prisoner trapped by being a Montague. If only a Capulet, I could stop being. “O Romeo, lose your name, for my kinsmen shall kill you if they find out about thee”, that was what I told him. But his stubborn soul spoke words that bepainted my cheeks of a maiden blush.
That evening, I knew thou was the moon to my sun. His words poured over my heart, his moonlight bathed me of purity. Though this may sound like madness, my heart finds method in it. He vowed to take my hand under Jove’s laugh of a lover’s lie. “O Romeo, I take thy word, I will prove more true and faithful than others. Our love is a flower bud in the summer air, for when we meet again and marry, it will bloom with all its beauty.”
O how my heart will sink in sweet sorrow if he does not come back. Will his word be true? Or was the vow solely a whisper that never was there? I have prepared to lay all my fortunes at my feet, and my soul depends on him. Mother would never take such chances. What a scandal it could have been if Mother had come to know. Paris should be the one for me, a Capulet’s dream. But how Romeo has me entranced, no-one else could. He has put me under such powerful spell. Every time I saw him, thorns of a rose pierce my heart, and its petals caressed my eyes, blinding me from his name. O his name, what a curse to bear.
By loving a Montague, I float in sweet, soft, pain. I wait to be awakened from this beautiful dream. The memory of his silhouette plays through my mind sweetly. I am able to see his able and elegant hands caress mine, with a pianist’s gracious movement. I am able to see his lips, as soft as a flower’s petal. To this, I sigh in bliss.
To Paris, I shall never force myself, for I now have so much more to live for.
As I look back at that evening, I remember that my love for him took shape as fast as lightning cutting through a storm of precautions. Little had I known, that it was a Montague’s lips to bless my hands like a saint’s. A family enemy, it was! Cautious, I would be. By taking his hand, a family enemy myself, I would become. Should I just forget all and leave Romeo?
However, abandoning such feelings for a mere name would be foolish of me. After all, what was a name? It wass nothing. A moon would shine just as bright if it were called by another name.
After the ball, Romeo stumblest upon these private thoughts of mine, and confessed being an enemy of his own name. He pronounced faithfully that he dost love me. I was not too quickly won, but in truth, I was too fond of this Montague, therefore my ’haviour was light.
I wish for nothing more than to be promised to his soul, and with him, I never shall be foul. All laughs and disapprovals I shall ignore, for I have set my mind on being Romeo’s lover and more. Dragged away from him, I never will be. For I am his moon, and the distance that will be put between us would only last a slight second. Without him, all meaning to such life will be lost. Death’s carriage might as well take me to heaven’s gates.
My love for Romeo is as deep as despair, and I am sinking. O teach me how to avoid such delusions, if they are to come. By nine o’clock I shall wait, with heart and faith in my hand.
His hand, fain I shall take. Together we soon will be, I guarantee. Our souls will meet in the day’s aurora, and fly away under the star’s gaze.