Love. Meh. Two obsessed kids who saw in one another the opposite of their own family & life.YOU SHOULD LET ME LOVE YOU
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead and breathed such life with kisses in my lips that I revived and was an emperor.
Ah, me! How sweet is love itself possessed, when but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!
Ah, Juliet, if the measure of thy joy
Be heap’d like mine, and that thy skill be more
To blazon it, then sweeten with thy breath
This neighbor air, and let rich music’s tongue
Unfold the imagin’d happiness that both
Receive in either by this dear encounter.



