Thy Dearest Romeo,
Oh how I loved thee upon our first met. Thee eyes so full of depth. emotion, and love. Thee heart so full of love, that it makes mine overflow. Oh and thy love for you has no end. I believe beauty’s pen made you with me in mind. Thee body is made of wax, but thy soul is so gentle. Please make me wait no longer. Met me tomorrow morrow at the edge of the trees. Please I beg of you please met me. Our parents grudge doesn’t mean anything to me, only you mean everything to me.
Love,
Your Dearest Juliet
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