Juliet to desdomona.

Shalt the sun not set but lay it’s curtains, for deathly robes of love and kin, fairest victim of bloody flesh, on pale betroven skin. Oh elites her eyes to love, makes death her realm of fleeting hope, for love it all but quorals there on wings of tender rope.
Desdemona I hath trenched with you , for I too hath love but none, and death became of love , as you, desired poorly a chosen one. Murdered love in violation his hands once sweetly pure as thou , estranged,  entangled by such vice, as sweeter lips could never sow.
Oh such a Love but loathed thing to end with prudent grace, for he unjust,  but loved you must the loins of loves embrace. For what far kingdom did he come,  a man endowed with miseries fold, unto  death breaks part of love, and lay you down first hold. partings of a love in battle, worn of hope betroved as a sin unto deaths great vigilante who’s  love of theist, it should not win.
For art our fathers to define, we dwelleth in a prattle state,  to the love and endless hope’s of heart, in such a tragic fate. Oh dearest love of thou, mines own untorched but heated flame, you too as I hath done, for Romeo , defied thy father and thy name , for art thy loves as pure and naive, if not by hearts,  we loved the same.
Shalt thy love all wilted define,  as if we kissed their fretting breath,  I love’ed sweet Romeo unto my sacred death, as you whom loved as tender whims the various ways of Othello too, unto mark the bitter end, a battered love ethine as you, loved as praise would call the sun, and any moon, beholder of stars, untold to love, but bounds of love, betroved of all  his scars.
Such a purest love it shalt not deny, but as thou hast loved and livest  there , should thy love be humbled,  as for divine devoted love was there. Oh such times we were imparted, in love for art thy tragic gasps of naught , but thy freedoms in love aren’t done, for loves great battle fought.
For eyes to love, and heart thereby we endured a saddest end, as to love, one’s truest form seeks angels thoust commend .
Such holy kinsman takes thy honour,  but wilt not suffer loves light flame,  thy and by the loves we bare,  for art thy freedoms one the same, so eager to please with pleasured limb, the love devoting unto him, your very light was forgotten none, for fair and likeness was the sun, but little dim could love behold,  his hand and heart which parted cold, in peace recite thoust hast been told , for you who loved in ways of old.
In sense of love which freedoms bare, I and by I could not bare, but found thy strength When Romeo did cease, unto his poisoned breath a kiss, unto my chambered gun found peace, a livethed love amidst,  Both assort this tragic cove, a dove of peace would reconcile , but love there of a purest form , would neither end and Livet while,  for none forgotten love could render,  more than such a desperate woe, as love that seems as love could offer,  any hearts that grow.