Be my juliet; means never give me a rose,
let me with my lustering skin commit thousands to you.
Be my armor but never my helmet;
let me grasp learning, but watch me when i teach.
Be my once in a lifetime kind of love; Let the love surround our rendered hearts.
Be the Juliet without the death, without the family, without the knife.
Being MY Juliet, means to understand that i already had hid the knife, tainted the family, and shattered death.
I am not scared of what any Juliet might bring,
i relish in the thought of her smile; though i've never seen.
I can already feel how her lips pout and her smile glitz.
I can smell, the flowers she left on the floor as she paces the mouth of our wooden cabin home.
I sense her dark brown hair, and the years of hidden freckles under her round eyes.
Her warm hands intertwine with the weaves of my heart;
My Juliet, is the one i've been waiting for.
I love you, says Juliet.
And it all started to make sense,
let me with my lustering skin commit thousands to you.
Be my armor but never my helmet;
let me grasp learning, but watch me when i teach.
Be my once in a lifetime kind of love; Let the love surround our rendered hearts.
Be the Juliet without the death, without the family, without the knife.
Being MY Juliet, means to understand that i already had hid the knife, tainted the family, and shattered death.
I am not scared of what any Juliet might bring,
i relish in the thought of her smile; though i've never seen.
I can already feel how her lips pout and her smile glitz.
I can smell, the flowers she left on the floor as she paces the mouth of our wooden cabin home.
I sense her dark brown hair, and the years of hidden freckles under her round eyes.
Her warm hands intertwine with the weaves of my heart;
My Juliet, is the one i've been waiting for.
I love you, says Juliet.
And it all started to make sense,
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