Romeo's Monologue Poem by Silly Artist

Oh what mockery has befallen me?
This day of burning love tortures me so
And from old mutiny I wish I was free
But regret not my love for Montague’s foe

O wing’d being, why tempt my heart of love?
‘Doth thou love I? ’ only the Greatness knows
Sun praised locks, heavens eyes; the purest of doves
Thou kind soul hath outshone the whitest rose!

How could my temple of knowledge deceive?
I knew not of love and what it should mean
Oh how I tossed and turned, cried and grieved!
Now I love Juliet, not Rosaline

But cruel fate may always keep us apart
However I’ll love her from all my heart!