Your Beauty
Oh Juliet, Juliet, fairest maiden in all the land,
The most stunning shell upon the sand
The ripest rose on a field of weeds
The damsel, amongst a pack of thieves
Her rhyming words, spoken out through lips That I linger to touch, to kiss
Oh, how pleasant it would be, if she loved me,
As I love she
Her beauty, inspiring any onlooker
None like her, and she's like no other
I think, am I the only one who loves her?
It cant be, there must be another
Oh, Juliet, Juliet, my long awaiting heart has yearned
For one such as yourself, I burned
From your touch, when your lip met mine
The feeling of you, simply divine.