From Romeo to Juliet

Such sweet beauty, to hath called my name, life in thou arms,
Will never be the same.
Thou art sprung from hate, yet love carries thee, to a place no
sweeter, than your sweet symphony.
If love is for beggars, then I'll beg for thy breath,
as long as I live, fully fated by death.
To compare you to the stars, the very breast of heaven
a place among brethren.
If you were not born, my world be incomplete, for the fairest
beauty in mine eyes, hath already bequeathed.
If you die I die to, because a life without your love,
is bitter in my rueful view.

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