Dear Juliet,
I am writing this to you on this day of love, even though you will probably never read this. Juliet I feel this rift growing between us, every step I take seems to take me farther from your side. My eyes close and your face appears, I see your hair flow down to your shoulders, your eyes so deep and full of kindness. Those eyes I have stared into and fallen in love with the beauty that I find within. The soul so pure that one is almost surprised to not see wing springing from your back.
Oh Juliet, my tongue betrays me. The word that I wish to speak get caught in my throat and do not leave my mouth because your gaze is mesmerizing. I must be rambling, but what is love but the ramblings of a madman that someone else recognizes as the writing on their soul. I cannot find the words to express the feelings that I have inside. The feelings that I have, in fact, tried to disperse, or to simple fade, but as any fire that burns in the heart of men I can feel it ever present and ever as warm as the day before. But I fear my fair Juliet that I cannot portray them as eloquent as needed. If I am to win you over I must be verbal about my love, I must sing the song of our love from the rooftops, but I fear that if I were to do, you will fear me, and what we are will be no more.
So, my fair Juliet, listen closely for I can only say it in a wispier. I love you. From the deepest places of my heart I say, I love you.
Sincerely, Your Romeo
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