Romeo's Diary - Poem by Silly Artist
Book of words filled with the words of my heart
Have I done foolishness or am I smart?
So much occurred in a matter of time
But the things I’ve done; can they be a crime?
At dawn I headed to Friar Lawrence
Praying my words would not cause abhorrence
First he chided me, for he was in shock
But then said “Be ready at two o’ clock”
Off to my friends I headed I such glee
Who would have known that waiting there for me
Was the messenger from my Rose, my Love
At first, kindness the nurse was devoid of
She asked me, “Would you ever betray her? ”
“Let Death take me would that ever occur! ”
I told her to tell Juliet “Be pleased,
For the chance to be married had been seized! ”
O woe was I nervous, yes did I fret
I paced so much I began to sweat
But in came my bright star, the star outshined
I then became her and she became mine
Do I regret meeting my Summer’s Day?
No, for our love lives and will never sway!
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