My Fair Juliet,
I cannot believe thou art dead. My love, more beautiful than the moon itself. You left this hateful world. Now lovely Verona has turned from heaven to the pits of hell without you. It would make me marry indeed to see thy stunning face again. Thy face that makes Hera weep in envy and jealousy. I miss thee more than the lily misses the spring sun. I am dead without my stunning lily. Your petals have withered and are black now. My very soul weeps at the sight of my dead flower, the very flower that lit up my life. How am I supposed to continue my life without you. My very love that makes the moon envious. I shall end my life, fore i cannot live on without you, my angel. So, I drink to us being reunited in heaven and there we shall live out eternity together, without the hate of our families' feud. My fairest Juliet, thou art my life now, my whole life. I shall see you in heaven my fair angel.
My heart is forever yours,
Romeo
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