People of tights and corsets....How beautiful are those lines some of us have yet to understand (and its really not that difficult btw, read slowly the 'dotted inserts', from R & J of course)....
- It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
Wow that such beauty is compared to the gifts from nature. Gifts from nature which have been granted to us purely for viewing and to aid us in time-keeping only (well predominantly anyway)...Romeo here compares his fair Juliet to the sun and insults the moon (so to speak)...And this from one look, a few words and a kiss....
Teenage love, so pure and so untouched...The love you feel for that someone is volcanic and if felt in its entirety at such a vulnerable age, can....well last a lifetime...
- Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Here Juliet is willing to give up on her name, her roots, her family all for the boy she felt those fireworks with....Is that not how it is when you are touched with the arrow of cupid at such a tender age....?
The sun does stop, the moon fades and the stars become brighter. A smile is accentuated by the whole body and a kiss is as potent as a night in his arms...The touch of his hand on your face, the feel of his breath on you neck....your heart enveloped with 'pop rocks' (those little candy bits that pop in your mouth when it gets wet) and you can almost feel it jump from your chest when you see him, speak of him or hear his voice....
- My ears have not yet drunk a hundred words
Of that tongue's utterance, yet I know the sound:
The world comes to an end....No one is around....Time is but a word....
- Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death;
I am content, so thou wilt have it so.
I'll say yon grey is not the morning's eye,
'Tis but the pale reflex of Cynthia's brow;
Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat
The vaulty heaven so high above our heads:
I have more care to stay than will to go:
Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.
How is't, my soul? let's talk; it is not day.
And forever is in your reach....The sand beneath your toes feels like velvet, softly brushing past your skin...The ocean warm, like a refreshing shower after a long day...The air rushing past your ears sound like angels whispering everlasting blessing for you and your love...
- It is my soul that calls upon my name:
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night,
Like softest music to attending ears!
Nothing can break the bond, nothing can dampen the love...No walk is too far...
- How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high and hard to climb,
And the place death, considering who thou art,
If any of my kinsmen find thee here.
No evening is too cold...No kiss is taken for granted....No memory is dispersed with age....It is merely placed safely in a little holder for when the timing is right. It is merely on pause for the moment. For that moment the whispering angels knew of, but forgot to mention to you....Timing.....
Life is only worth living with him on your side...Losing him cannot be fathomed and is unspoken of....(we won't speak of the pain of the heart-ships throughout)...
- Tell me not, friar, that thou hear'st of this,
Unless thou tell me how I may prevent it:
If, in thy wisdom, thou canst give no help,
Do thou but call my resolution wise,
And with this knife I'll help it presently.
God join'd my heart and Romeo's, thou our hands;
And ere this hand, by thee to Romeo seal'd,
Shall be the label to another deed,
Or my true heart with treacherous revolt
Turn to another, this shall slay them both:
Therefore, out of thy long-experienced time,
Give me some present counsel, or, behold,
'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife
Shall play the umpire, arbitrating that
Which the commission of thy years and art
Could to no issue of true honour bring.
Be not so long to speak; I long to die,
If what thou speak'st speak not of remedy.
Teenage love...So pure, so untouched.....Now the question is this....What if that little holder stays in a safe place and one day is opened...? What then...?
Romeo and Juliet were such beautiful examples of how things don't always work out as it should (due to timing i will have you know), however....if (by some miracle) Juliet awoke before Romeo drank the poison...what would have happened....
I'll tell you what would have happened.... - they would have been overwhelmed with their love for each other. The would have made haste and left the shadow-ridden city filled with sadness, hate and despair and they would have grown in love and forgotten of hate....
Mmmmmmmm, so many would disagree and sadly to a point my logic would join in on the 'Not a Chance' Parade....however (as this is my Blog and i will write as i choose)....R & J live happily ever after...Their timing works out, they run into each others arms and never let go...They partake in all they need to, to ensure a beautiful future for them. They reignite and do indeed, live happily ever after..... (Screw anyone who thinks otherwise (and i don't mean in a good way))...
U know u love me when i delve in romance.....
Kort en kragtig....
xoxo
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