Her light shimmers through yonder window breaks
As a seemingly endless life starts, to begin...
The body of an angel flowing like lakes...
The sky seems as smooth as her skin --
I think she may like me --
I've seen as she stares.
Soon, I feel, we are meant to be,
And we will be sitting next on mansion chairs.
Her father, though, disagrees of my attraction
Because he and I are not the same;
But I am looking for more than satisfaction
Mainly because I have no shame.
But I am a Montague and she a Capulet,
And in the end, we will be together, I bet.
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