Juliet's Journal Entry After The Famous Balcony scene
Dear Journal,
I can feel my heart beating crazily, as though I have just been struck blind by Cupid himself. What a fateful meeting!
I had just gone to investigate a noise outside my balcony and started to ponder aloud, when out of the blue, who should rise out of the rose bush but Romeo, sweet Romeo, spouting his heart-warming poetry like a boundless fountain of love!
Oh, he is silver-tongued and most charming! He has a way with words, as though he could make you love him with his flattery. He is simply so strikingly beautiful. I could give him my love, which I have sworn to do. Truly, I would lay my fortune at his feet and have him be my master for the rest of my life.
Paris could never live up to what Romeo is and has. Why am I even thinking of the awful Paris? I have sworn to Romeo that we will be united under holy matrimony, if he should agree to it. At first I thought we might be rushing into our relationship, but when he looked at me with those big, blue eyes wide like pools of water, staring at me, pleading, I felt that I was wrong. I do love him, so why shouldn't we marry at once?
I sincerely hope that my father, my family doesn't find out about our love or union. I could mean death to my beloved, and then how could I possibly live? Life without Romeo is no life at all.
I must away to bed for rest, for Romeo will send word to me tomorrow.
Juliet
Dear Journal,
I can feel my heart beating crazily, as though I have just been struck blind by Cupid himself. What a fateful meeting!
I had just gone to investigate a noise outside my balcony and started to ponder aloud, when out of the blue, who should rise out of the rose bush but Romeo, sweet Romeo, spouting his heart-warming poetry like a boundless fountain of love!
Oh, he is silver-tongued and most charming! He has a way with words, as though he could make you love him with his flattery. He is simply so strikingly beautiful. I could give him my love, which I have sworn to do. Truly, I would lay my fortune at his feet and have him be my master for the rest of my life.
Paris could never live up to what Romeo is and has. Why am I even thinking of the awful Paris? I have sworn to Romeo that we will be united under holy matrimony, if he should agree to it. At first I thought we might be rushing into our relationship, but when he looked at me with those big, blue eyes wide like pools of water, staring at me, pleading, I felt that I was wrong. I do love him, so why shouldn't we marry at once?
I sincerely hope that my father, my family doesn't find out about our love or union. I could mean death to my beloved, and then how could I possibly live? Life without Romeo is no life at all.
I must away to bed for rest, for Romeo will send word to me tomorrow.
Juliet
