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