Romeo & Juliet Poem by Isabella Night

My dear Montague...
I, young Capulet, yearn for you...
How love doth make the heart soft!
O Romeo! Let us escape from this deathly loft.

Quarreling families mean nothing.
For this, my love, is our beginning.
Your lips, two blushing pilgrims they may be;
They are the lips that have power over me...

Banished from each other is in no way sublime.
I swear we shall reunite in due time.
And to think! I am Capulet turned Montague!
So why haven't our family brawls ceased through?

O Romeo, take thine hand in mine.
Let our love be like our fingers which intertwine.
Our love, dear Romeo, will always stay true.
For I, Juliet Montague, will forever love you.