Juliet In Violet

Juliet, you stand quietly in a pose demure and passive. Nevertheless you cannot conceal the darkness of your fate like the death of a rose. I sense the gentle swirling wave remembering your youth as you frolicked through the meadow to a darker cave. There you met your heartthrob, Romeo bewildered by his stars so brilliant and cosmic. Instantaneously swept away hidden in a cameo. Only the daughters of Zeus would save your passions from overflowing in a chronic dependence upon seduction to expose your sunken hope of being tenderly enslaved. Hold him with butterflies streaming as you crave to kiss under the stars as they turn off their lights. Forgetting time encompassed in his caress as he deems you helpless as love excites your life's perception. The nightingale will bless your sumptuousness as sentiments will pave your destiny as in heaven you will reunite. A solemn hymn is hummed as bells clang swinging in turmoil while you sip a tonic. The owls have seen the bat's wings in flight to symbolize the tragic and the diabolic. Coming will be a horrifically spook-filled night where your virginity will be a reminiscence throwing your spirit in doubt and penance. Shattered by gloom the deathly potion will consume you with sorrow as the chronic reliance is the source of your desolate despair. In a stringent moment is a pulsive notion as Romeo lies not to be woken as the crow's sang their dissonant canto lacking in sweet emotion. All is completely distraught as you will beware any optimistic glimmer as the drastic boomerang effect takes hold concocting simply commotion. The inability to rediscover her childhood innocence has misdirected her conceptions and the semblance with positivity expires in anguish as the noose swang. The upheaval became an earthquake to humbly swear no exit was foreseeable across the seven oceans. Her vitality was stolen from Mephistopheles to bear the inverted cross for eternity lacking in self-devotion. Juliet was forsaken meandering as a victim aware of her fateful habituation accepting her consequence. Regardless Romeo received his forlorn princess yearning for her sweet release shunning from remotion. Notwithstanding they are archetypes to ever hang in limbo absolved from overindulgence and excess. They tested the boundaries of total thoughtlessness sunken in irrationality blinded and thoroughly impaired. Perhaps the sins of recklessness our saviour forgave and petitioned the higher courts to kindly forbear the karma of senseless lovers before their final grave. Easing their burden of falsehood with a wand of limitless empathy understanding their lust and lasciviousness. We were gifted with the luxurious to become lightly ensnared with scrumptious temptation and the magnificently supersonic. In the aftermath we may shame nonetheless we won't forswear sensuality and its prowess whistling a birdsong so gloriously euphonic.