Jordan Bayhonan

Ms. Shaffer

English 1 GATE

22 February 2017

Dear Diary,

Oh Diary, at the party, Ive met the most marvellous and romantic man. He approached me

using the most strange, yet sweet, metaphor. He compared me to a forgiving saint and his lips to

a sinful pilgrim. He said O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou,

lest faith turn to despair (1.5 . 102-103). I wouldnt dare kiss and tell, but just know, he kisses

by the book. I had to leave my sweet darling, not knowing who he was, for my mother was

calling. After the party, I pointed to him asked the nurse who he was. She responded, His name

is Romeo, and a Montague, The only son of your great enemy (1.5 . 136-137). I was suddenly

drawn down with a burden. I walk out to the balcony and gazed out. O Romeo, Romeo!

Wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name. Or, if thou wilt not, be but

sworn my love, And Ill no longer be a Capulet (2.1 . 33-36). I was talking to myself when a

man jumped out of my garden. I was very much startled. There was passion in his voice, his

pleasing voice.. IT WAS ROMEO! He came up on my balcony and we kissed and kissed. I asked

him if he loved me. He said he swore by the moon. O, swear not by the moon, th' inconstant

moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable (2.2 .

109-111) I replied. He asked for marriage, I couldnt answer him then. I told him to wait til

tomorrow for Ill send someone for him to ask me again. He then left with one last kiss.