Ah, my darling Juliet, what can I say to praise your beauty that I have not already spoken in my poetry? Let me be your little bird, Juliet. Let me follow you across the river of Hades and join you on the Isle of the Blessed. Death is too unworthy to hold your beauty in its icy grip. Please, Juliet, your little bird, like Orpheus of the myths, sings for you to come back to the land of the living. For the light within you would shine once more, blocking out nature’ s wonder and pulchritude. Please, Juliet, come back to me.
I am going to the apothecary soon. I will join you shortly at the Capulet tomb, where we will forever remain together. Even death will not separate us, lovely Juliet.
One final message, though, before I join you, for these words must be said while I am still in the living world. Dear Juliet, I praise thee and thank thee for the short time we had together in matrimony. I thank thee for staying loyal to me and loving me despite the hatred between our families. If I had only been born by some other name than the cursed Montague! I will think of your good heart and perfect face with fondness until the moment I depart from this world to re-enter your gracious light. For Juliet, you are my light, and I cannot live without you by my side. Thou art my heart, for you healed it, loved it, empowered it, and now broken it. Thank you for loving me, and I will see you shortly.
Your little bird, Your passionate lover, And the pilgrim forever in debt to his saint, Romeo.