I see my quarter with feathers and fluff
My nurse singing stories of men who are rough
Nothing but vendettas do I hear in the house
As if we existed as rats compared to a mouse
Wearing clothing choking my stomach till I scream
Being what I want to be is a dust or a dream
Seeing as I am young to know importance
My lady only cares whether I'm human or a dunce
Loathing the place I have no choice to live
Not owning gifts which I may be pleased to give
Marriage is of wax in a fireplace to me
I have no idea of what the others see
And now do I meet a gracious man
Whose words develop a thornless rose, as he can
Make likelihood to anything I didn't think I owned
Dissolving the days while did I do anything else but moan
Thinking this hero of my heart is the one
That no one else had ever won
I found myself ignorant of his very name
Romeo of the Montagues, yet to me he was the same
The repeating echoes of the same vendettas
Were the worst they could do to get us
His medicine of existence keeps me alive
My love for him only melts when the tragic day would ever arrive
I do not know who else I am
Than a girl of humble love only trapped in a dam
A prisoner I am to the world of fate
Unable to confess, express, even debate
O I wish the only person I see is sweet Romeo
To the society he's nothing else but my foe
He is a human being, not a devil
In fact without him do I never have to live with will
The only other light of hope I visualize
Is the mystery of God's existence and prayers which rise
If only I had the wings to fly away with him
Even with the canlelights now dim
I see the world with Romeo's melodious heart
Singing away like white doves before they depart
Now as I elude into my dreams with this pen
Let the love of Romeo and I never terminate, Amen.
My nurse singing stories of men who are rough
Nothing but vendettas do I hear in the house
As if we existed as rats compared to a mouse
Wearing clothing choking my stomach till I scream
Being what I want to be is a dust or a dream
Seeing as I am young to know importance
My lady only cares whether I'm human or a dunce
Loathing the place I have no choice to live
Not owning gifts which I may be pleased to give
Marriage is of wax in a fireplace to me
I have no idea of what the others see
And now do I meet a gracious man
Whose words develop a thornless rose, as he can
Make likelihood to anything I didn't think I owned
Dissolving the days while did I do anything else but moan
Thinking this hero of my heart is the one
That no one else had ever won
I found myself ignorant of his very name
Romeo of the Montagues, yet to me he was the same
The repeating echoes of the same vendettas
Were the worst they could do to get us
His medicine of existence keeps me alive
My love for him only melts when the tragic day would ever arrive
I do not know who else I am
Than a girl of humble love only trapped in a dam
A prisoner I am to the world of fate
Unable to confess, express, even debate
O I wish the only person I see is sweet Romeo
To the society he's nothing else but my foe
He is a human being, not a devil
In fact without him do I never have to live with will
The only other light of hope I visualize
Is the mystery of God's existence and prayers which rise
If only I had the wings to fly away with him
Even with the canlelights now dim
I see the world with Romeo's melodious heart
Singing away like white doves before they depart
Now as I elude into my dreams with this pen
Let the love of Romeo and I never terminate, Amen.