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 said.
“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 eyes.
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 follow
“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 she spoke.
“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
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
“Elizabeth, 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 come
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 sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
who is already sick and pale with grief
that thou her art far more fair than she.
But not her maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,
and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off.
It is my Lady; O, it is my love!
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 finally asked.
“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 said.
“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 tops—
“O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, that monthly changes in her circled orb, lest thy
love prove likewise variable.” she said, interrupting him.
“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 swear—
“ 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
“O would you leave me so unsatisfied?” he said suddenly.
“What satisfaction can you long for tonight?” she asked as she turned back to him.
“The exchange of your love’s faithful vow for mine.” he said in a humbled tone.
“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 tone.
“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 said.
“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 Mark,
Elizabeth 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 said.
“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 kiss.
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