Romeo, deeply wounded by Cupid's arrow, Quickly sees his love turned into sorrow. Lost in a pain too strong to bear, Now forever of his lover takes care, And as a tear on his young cheeks rolls He can hear his tragic fate that calls: "Come cordial, and not poison, go with me To Juliet's grave, for there must I use thee."
I dont think I've really actually seen a fan poem of romeo and juliet. i really liked reading this. you put good imagery into this. it is a very touching poem.
I know im not perfect
And I don't live to be
But before you start pointing fingers
Make sure your hands are clean
~Bob Marley~
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