So, last night I was waiting under Juliet’s balcony, and she came out there, but she didn’t see me. Suddenly I felt warm and happy, knowing that she was just above me, as if the dawn was coming and I was bathed in sunlight. Juliet is like the sun to me, and nothing shines as bright as she, including the moon that was pale in the sky above. She is more beautiful than any of Diana’s other maidens, especially Rosaline. I can’t believe I thought I was truly in love before! No one knows what love is until they actually feel it. No one knows what love is until they see the sun. The sun which outshines the moon, as Juliet is more beautiful than the moon goddess herself. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diana_(mythology)
I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop looking at her. Her eyes twinkle in the night as if they had to replace the two brightest stars in the sky. She is like an angel, and she makes mortal men such as me fall on their backs, and watch her walk along the clouds.
Love is beautiful but love is also painful. I stood there, wanting to know if she loved me, wanting her to know what I felt. But I waited. She was looking at the stars. I hoped she was thinking about me, but I didn’t know.
