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