As he looked around at peoples'
faces, a false smile on his own, he stills and his look becomes
neutral, strangely serious. His eyes looked across the room with
hers. Which seemed to whisper to him, "I know your secret." What
that could be he had no idea, even though deep down he did. Her
name was Elizabeth, a woman that was raised with all the
advantages that wealth had to offer. And he was an average man,
working within a factory in town. Even though the party was his
friends and he had been invited, he started to think that he had
made a bad choice of coming here. He knew only her name and that
which the people in town talked about, when they would mention
her name. Yet, the one thing that they all seemed to say about
her was that she was involved with a man who mistreated her, and
yet no one was willing to do anything about it. Looking at her,
he could not believe that any man's rough hand could ever strike
that angelic face. And any man that could do a thing like that
would be a fool himself. From what he had heard, her boyfriend
treated her like a slave, which was the one thing that he
couldn't understand. How could any man treat a woman like
Elizabeth like that? He knew that she could do so much
better than that man that was if the rumors were true. For even
would treat her like an angel, a goddess. The only thing was, he
knew that he would never have the chance with someone like her.
Still, for some reason he had these feelings for her, for a woman
who he knew nothing about. Her eyes stayed locked on his, meeting
each other's glance, as he wished that she would be by his side.
To hear the elegance of her voice, the scent on her perfume and
the sparkle in her eyes when she would be excited. Mark wasn't
sure if what he was thinking was accurate, but he would like to
think so. He found himself lost within her beauty, stronger than
he had ever felt with any other woman. Her long amber hair, the
alluring frame of her young body, made it seems impossible for
him to turn away from her.
He pulled the pack
of cigarettes out from his shirt pocket, as he turned away,
breaking the stare that they were engaged in. He lit one as his
mind continued to think about her. Wondering what it could feel
like to hold her in his arms and kiss her so tenderly, as her
body pressed against his. Something that he never really thought
about before. He took a drag from the cigarette, as he tried to
get her out of his mind. Which was something that he knew he
would not be able to do. He had just about finished the
cigarette, when he heard the sound of a woman's voice coming from
behind him. The gentle scent of perfume lightly hung in the air
as he started to wonder if this was her…. if this was
Elizabeth? He wanted to believe that it was nothing more
than his imagination, wishful thinking. But something in the back
of his mind told him that it wasn't. For a brief second, he just
stood there, unsure of what she had said. Only the tone of her
voice enveloped him so much. He could feel the gentle touch of
her hand on his back. When he turned around, he saw her standing
there, showing such a playful expression on her face. Those eyes,
the color of heaven, so lovingly, staring at him.
"Hi," she started
to say and then hesitated for a moment. " I noticed you from
across the room. You're Mark Montague, right?"
"Yes, I am. And you
are Elizabeth Capulet. I've heard much about you my lady from the
people in town." he replied, then thought how wrong he sounded
speaking like that to her.
"Are you here
alone? A gentleman like you should have no trouble winning the
heart of any woman here." she said.
"That is true, but
there is one who outstands them all. Just her smile alone could
brighten the darkest night and cast away all sorrow and remorse
in a man's heart." he said instantly without thinking.
For a moment she just stood there
in silence as her eyes stayed locked upon him. She smiled as she
stepped closer to him now, the scent of her perfume and her
beauty becoming intoxicating to him. All that he wished was to
hear her voice again, even though it might be words, which would
make him be such a fool. It was then he remembered a stanza from
Shakespeare running through his head. Yet he knew that he
couldn't tell her them, for she would think of him as odd, the
one thing that he did not want to feel.
"What is it you are
thinking? Tell me, I find you most intriguing. Please tell me.
Speak to me in the words which festers within you, kind sir?" she
"If I profane with
my unworthiest hand…. this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this;
my lip, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand…. to smooth that rough
touch with a tender kiss." he said as he gazed into her
She giggled slightly, before she
answered him. But it was not the type of laugh that would
embarrass him, but intrigued him even more.
"Good pilgrim, you
do wrong your hands too much, which mannerly devotion shows in
this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hand do touch, and
palm to palm is holy palmers kiss." she said.
"Have not saints
lips and holy palmers too?" he said
"Yes, pilgrim, lips
that they must use in prayer." she said, then motioned for him to
"Oh, then dear
saint, let our lips do what hands do. They pray; grant thou, lest
faith turn to despair." he said as he moved closer to her.
He could tell that
she wanted them to go somewhere more private, where the wandering
eyes of those around them would not cast a shadow upon them. Her
hand reached out and grasped his and then started to lead him
through the crowd out into the back porch where no one could see
them. Then she turned back to him, her smile was even wider than
just a moment ago. Mark found himself yearning to feel her kiss,
and that one word would make him embrace her. It was then that
"Saints do not
move, though grant for prayers sake." she said.
"Then move not
while my prayer's effect I take. Then from my lip, by thine my
sins purged. " he said as he kissed her.
Holding her close
to him, her young body pressed against his as he kissed her
deeply. Her head slowly moved away from him as she gasped.
"Then have my lips
the sun that they have took." she whispered.
"Sin from my lips?
O trespass sweetly urged, Give me my sin again?" he said and then
kissed her once again.
His kisses became
even deeper as he felt her breasts crushed against his chest, her
fingers running through his short brown hair. The warmth of the
summer air and scent of roses from the nearby garden, surrounded
them, making them feel as if they were in heaven. His hands
moving up and down her back as his lips caressed the side of her
neck. He wanted her with all his passion, with all his heart.
Even though he had no idea why, this was something that he knew
not to question. Slowly they pulled away from each other, their
eyes staying locked on one another.
"You kiss by the
book?" she said as she blushed slightly.
It was then that a
woman with short blond hair that looked about thirty, walked out
onto the back porch and over to them. The expression on her face
was that of such sternness. One that he had never seen before.
She looked over at Elizabeth,
as she cleared her throat.
someone wishes to have a word with you upstairs." the woman
"I shall come." she
said and then turned back to him. "Stay here my love, I shall
He had no idea why
they were speaking in Shakespearean tongue, but it didn't seem to
matter. In a way, to heightened the passion, which they felt
between them. Something that he never thought he would ever feel
again. Mark followed behind them up to the screen doors and then
watched as they walked up the stairs to the second floor.
Instantly he walked back out onto the porch, looking up at the
windows of the second floor. All of them were dark and he hoped
that he would have a chance to see one of then light up. So that
way he might now what room that she was in. It was a long shot
and it might not even be her that was in it. But it was something
that he hoped would be true, to make him feel at ease. It was
then a light from a window, from above where he stood came on. He
smiled slightly, as he lit up a cigarette, then found himself
talking to himself, softly.
"But soft, what light through
yonder window breaks?
It is the East and Elizabeth the
Arise, fair sun, and kill the
who is already sick and pale with
that thou her art far more fair
But not her maid, since she is
Her vestal livery is but sick and
and none but fools do wear it. Cast
It is my Lady; O, it is my
O that she knew she were!"
It was then she
returned, walking up to him and into his arms again. There was
something about the way that she looked at him that made him see
such sorrow on her face. And because of it,. he could not bear
for her to feel that way. He wanted to say something to her, but
she kissed him the moment she was in his arms.
"What happened?" he
"My boyfriend left
me for another woman, he just told me that tonight." she said and
then hesitated for a moment. "So , my love….my heart is all
yours. The love that burns within in my heart stays locked, and
only you have the key to it."
"As you do with
mine." he whispered.
"Tell me how much
you love me. Let me hear it with your words." she said smiling.
"What made you come here to this party?"
"By love's wings has it
brought me here and you to me. I speak not much of this, for who
truly does know what direction cupid's wings do bring to thee.
But once I did see your beauty, it was then that I did feel the
arrow of love strike my heart. It is you my beloved that the
angels did bring me forth to. You and only you my love." he
"How can I be sure
that this love you say is true? I grant you that I in the accord
of my weakness has let my lips purge with the yearning of yours.
But tell me now, how can it be that you love me. To what extent
would you say to it?" she said.
"My Lady, by yonder
blessed moon I vow, that tips with silver all these fruit-tree
"O, swear not by
the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her
circled orb, lest thy love prove likewise variable." she said,
"What do I swear by
then?" he asked.
"Do no swear at
all; or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, which is the
god of my idolatry, and I'll believe thee." she said.
"In my heart I do
" Well, do not
swear, for even though I do find joy in you, I am not in joy with
this contract tonight. It is too harsh, too unadvised ; too
sudden; too like the lightning, which does cease to be once one's
to mention its light. Sweet, goodnight. This bud of love, by
summer's ripening breath, may prove a beauteous flower when the
next time we meet. Goodnight, Goodnight. As sweet repose and rest
comes to my heart as that within my breast." she said as she
slowly started to walk away.
"O would you leave
me so unsatisfied?" he said suddenly.
can you long for tonight?" she asked as she turned back to
"The exchange of
your love's faithful vow for mine." he said in a humbled
"I gave you mine
before you did request it; and yet I would it were to give
again." she said as she started to move to him again.
She stood in front
of him, her eyes now sparkling with a rekindled fire burning
within. For a moment she said nothing, as her arms wrapped around
him, their eyes locked on one another. This is how I shall
prove my vow to you. After she had said that, they kissed.
The heat of their passion burning between them as he once again
held her close to him. Never before had a woman like her ever
awakened such emotions within him. Ones that he had thought had
been buried deep within the darkness of his soul. But there is
was, his love for her now revealed and embraced with such
tenderness. Never before had he thought that something like this
would ever come to him, that was except in a dream. If this was a
dream, may he never awaken again, and if it was real, may he
never dream again. His lips caressed the side of her neck as she
whispered words of love to him. Words that he had not heard in so
long. The only thing that he hoped for was for this moment not to
end. But it was then they heard the sound of a man's angered,
drunken voice calling out to them. When they looked, there stood
Dave swaying back and forth, his eyes glaring with such rage. In
his hand he held a revolver and Mark knew exactly what his
actions were going to be. efore
"How could you do
this to me Elizabeth?
You are mine and no one else's." he yelled in a drunken
"How could she love
you when you throw her love away for someone else. You have done
this to yourself. She is not to blame, it is you." Mark
"You don't know me,
so you have no right to speak." Dave said as he lifted the
revolver to him. "Now you will pay."
The sound of the
revolver firing echoed within the air. But before it could hit
threw herself in from of him,
hitting her. She fell to the ground as she let out a faint
scream. Before Mark could think of what to do, he raced toward
him, his rage burning like hell fire through his veins. He
grabbed the wrist which he held the now smoking revolver and
struggled with him. There were two more shots that were heard and
then Dave fell to the ground. Mark could feel the agonizing pain
surging through his soul as his blood flowing from the opened
wound in his chest. He slowly staggered toward her, falling and
then crawled to her. His hand gently lifted up her head as her
eyes looked up at him.
"I am sorry my
love. I could not bear to see him take your life. It seems so
unfair, that all my life I have searched for love and now that I
find it, I am dying." she whispered.
"Fear not, for now
nothing can keep us apart. We shall be free to love within heaven
among the angels and the glory of the Almighty. I am not going to
leave you my darling Elizabeth. Never for all eternity." he
"Kiss me my love.
Let our last memory be that our expression of love. That is all
that I ask for as my dying wish." she said.
He leaned down and
kissed her as he could hear the sound of people coming toward
them. With their last ounce of their breath, they showed their
love for one another within that one, passionate, last