A secret, complicated love
I hath left mine friends Mercutio and Benvolio so I can see mine love. Oh, she’s filled with love and joy and I am nothing more than in love with that lady and so excit'd to see that lady. I sure desire mine friends forgive me, but I very much must see mine angel; a pilgrim is in the search of a real angel, and mine friends should knoweth that. I desire those gents don’t knoweth that me and Juliet love each other, for those gents would either misprise me, tryeth to killeth that lady, or both at the same time, plus I don’t want them to know about the complex relationship that me and Juliet are in, and the one that’s about to get even more complex. Yes, I must make sure that Mercutio and Benvolio don’t find about this relationship with my angel, and not just them, but my entire family and all of my other friends, otherwise, it would be over for both of us, for there’s no acceptance between the Montegues nor the Capulets, but hatred. Of course everyone will eventually find out about us both, but then it will be too late for them to separate us - if possible, I’ll make sure that nobody knows anything about me and my lover for the longest amount of time. At least for now, it’s none of their business, but even then, they’ll try to make sure we’re not together. I would rather die than live a life of solitude and not being with the woman - no, angel, that I love. This world should have been made for lovers, not haters, and sadly, the latter is the predominant in the equation of how the system works.
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