Diary entry 1: Act 1 Scene 5
O' thy sight hath been stolen by the beauty of one such as she!
For which my love reaches an infinate degree
Her skin, of porclein so sweet
Yet far too frail for my rude hand to meet!
Her eyes as stirring as an ocean wave
To see more closely, my heart doth crave
Woe it be the day our fate tis' parted
A war in my soul will surely hath started
For I shall die without her hand in mine
I long to know such a sweet divine
From the sky shall fall true loves debris
Should I know not a love so free!
Diary entry 2: Act 3 Scene 3
Tis' the epitome of torture!
I, Romeo, can not fathom the rigour of this atrocity!
The grass may know her feet more well than I
Nay, even a horses back shall know her better!
A fool of a price if he, Escalus, to banish I
I, Romeo! Romeo Montague!
Should just as well dig a mortal wound into my heart of hearts!
For banishment for Romeo means death, without thy fair Juliet!
Diary Entry 3: Act 4 Scene 1
Swear it be the day!
My Juliet, with eyes as stirring as an ocean wave
But now, ne're again shall I assuage what I crave
Now I, Romeo, am banished in a different light
To where she is, I shall ne're set my sight
For tonight, as the moon shall rise
The dagger shall bring Romeo such sweet demise!
One last visit, to rest by your side
For surely a groom shall die with his bride
The epitome of turtue,
Has reached it's peek
For now, death, Romeo shall meet.
Naomi S.J. || 6:32 PM