“If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a kiss.”
“Good pilgrim,” she replied,
“You …show more content…
Each second she studied the weathered glass, she felt every kiss, heard every whisper, and saw his strong love for her.She thought of the hours spent talking and planning under the midnight moon, Which was not to be sworn by. They spoke in hushed tones on her balcony, declaring their love and forsaking their names.
Juliet had married him the next day, her vows given before God and the ever faithful Friar Lawrence, who continued to rescue her now. “How I pray we are doing the right thing, Father.” She had whispered at the altar. A silent prayer that the Lord would look upon them with favor, and bring love and compassion between their houses again.
“It was a childish dream created by childish lovers,” Juliet thought to herself, “We were too young to understand the world and all the hatred in it.” Anger separated their two families like a wall, each fight added a brick to the high and thick boundary. A marriage, a brawl, a wedding night, and lies to cover all.
Tears gathered on Juliet’s pillow, each one a token for the deaths that dirtied the foolish lovers’ fates. She gazed one last time into the dark liquid, and tucked it securely in her garments. She carried it home, close to her heart, and hidden. She trusted the deathlike sleep lurking in the vile. It was the answer to all her