My Juliet
From Angel's pale marble her face was carved
For looks half as fair women gladly starve
Beauty that astounds, a mind that confounds
Together create a deadly compound
Her voice like a mockingbird's sweet trill
Makes men dancing puppets; slave to her will
Romeo personifies bravery
Juliet he won, with his gallantry
His love not eternal be, if homely
Death sucked honeyed breath, but saved her beauty
Love given to her in a lethal dose
The spectacle of their love grandiose
She loved Romeo, Paris finally sees
My Juliet and I, not meant to be
