My Only Love, Sprung from my Only Hate Indeed

Juliet Capulet marvels on falling in love with Romeo after the events of the masquerade ball. I don't own Romeo and Juliet. It belongs to its original owner(s)

I close my eyes

And try to sleep

But I couldn't keep him

Out of my mind

 

I don't know what is wrong with me

For Romeo is a Montague

What could I possibly expect in him

Him, a Montague

I, a Capulet

 

But I've never felt like this before

A feeling so strong

So fierce

So strange

I could almost call it love

 

Love

What is love

Love is a strange thing to me

A mystery never solved

 

I've watched my friends flirt

Or giggle over a handsome gentlemen

But I had never been a part of that crowd

 

And now thinking on it

I thought it rather funny

That I should be in their position now

Although I'm the one

Who has always been

Calm and cool

No lover's fool

 

My head is spinning

Thoughts racing round and round in my head

Tis true that his eyes are like stars

Lighting up the vast, dark wilderness that is my sky

Tis true that his voice is like honey

Soothing me gently

Tis true that he sets my soul on fire

 

Tis true that he is a Montague

 

Oh, my only love, sprung from my only hate indeed

 

Reviews

[TheConjuringCat]

Wow! It's so beautiful!

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A beautiful poem, great work :)

[Rose of Gondor]

Yea!!! Another poem! And thanks to Gilbert Saint, you won't find me beating myself up here!