Paris: A Forest of Love to My Beloved Forest

(The name "Juliet" means Forest/Woods)

The joy runs through me tonight as I take a seat, to write to the woman of my heart, Juliet. As County Paris, I have requested the Lord Capulet for his daughter's hand in marriage. Now, although I must wait two summers, I can continue to spend time with my love as her future husband. 


To my one love, Juliet,

         I fear that you are bringing me down on my knees, beloved. For I have been thinking of you, day and night. What shall I do? This strangle attraction I have towards you, I feel, is love. Everything about you drives me insane, love. The way your eyes seem to sparkle and gleam as they face another day of life. I wonder, when will they ever gleam like that for me? I love the way wondrous thoughts run through your head and your lush red lips seem to curve upward as you imagine something to your liking. Oh, what'll I do? Though your father thinks I should wait two summers for you to wonder about wedding me, I shall completely disagree. The thought of you standing beside me as my wife tempts to an unbelievable extent. I hope you will decide to share you life with me and shower me with love. 

                                                                                                                      Your future love,

                                                                                                                             Paris