From Juliet (A sonnet)

From Juliet

Oh cursed love of he who loves but me,
That I, the star-crossed maid desireth not.
And I, to thwart Escalus’ vile decree
Have wed a Montague, my guileless plot.

Mercutio and Tybalt then are dead,
The latter of my Romeo’s fair hand.
T’wer only someone else’s blood been shed,
My cherished Capulet would not be banned.

Oh Lawrence, pray thy potion works quite well,
And I to my dear Romeo may cling.
But lo, when I awake from potion’s spell,
His lips, fresh from my own, bear poison’s sting.

Beloved bodkin now my life conclude –
Four deaths now done to end this tragic feud.