Cruel. Love.
  A Poetic response told from Juliet's Perspective    O Love, you are not so different from Death  Except Death is sometimes kinder.  In the name of love, I have ended my breath  In hope that you would bring us together.   Instead, you took my Romeo away.  I rose with high hope only to find out  upon the cold floor my b elov è d laid –  A nightmare without any doubt.   And thus I realized, Love, you are never fair –  the most savage monster of all, in truth  devouring the life of whom I care –  A pain that could never be soothed.   O happy dagger!  Therefore take my life    for I will not stagger  For love, I shall die