I am not your knight just his lore. but my love for you never grows a bore.
The passion that burns is a fire Juliet, a fire which lives inside me yet.
A dream, a wish, a kiss of seduction, our being together is the cosmos destruction.
Still thus your silky hair, your silloet, you temple is a beauty my juliet.
I appologize if i grow mundane, but you wont concur with me so my love remains in vain.
Juliet, Juliet i will have you yet my sweet....... Juliet
