I am what I am.
A holy man. Devoted to God. A sinner. A humanitarian. I have no finery. A lowly priest.
I am what I am.
Wet, earthy soil. The slender curve of a stem. Reaching towards the light. The break of dawn. The sun shining onto the great wooden cross. The shadows cast by a willow on a river. The babble of a brook.
I am what I am.
"In man as well as herbs, grace and rude will."
I am what I am.
Scheming. Planning. An old man longing for peace in his town. A loyal friend to Romeo and Juliet. An apothecary. Plans sabotaged. Reckless, seizing the chance to stop both Montague and Capulet. A mentor. A poet. Books upon books filled with plans and formulas. Well-meaning.
I am what I am.
A fool, in which both light and dark dwell. A grave mistake I did make. Initiating a tragedy with two little words from both lips that speak no more.
I do.
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A/N: This was written for a school project, a character evaluation, and it was supposed to be in fragments… Ya, I have a friend's that I might put up along with this one, only hers was on the Nurse. But I don't know…