Oh, to be like Juliet!
This, is the desire of the Love Poet.
For Love to meet her with tragedy
And to end dramatically, sadly.
Where Love is kept out of sight
Hiding from Fate’s cruel might.
Meeting her secretly at night,
With bodies and lips locked tight,
Forbidden. Yes, every embrace!
For the world, her Love cannot face.

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