Oh, how I should be the one
That ended up with the heart,
The heart of Montague’s son,
The one so long ago depart.

It is a curse that lay upon me,
That builds within my chest.
And for this I will not be free,
No matter how hard I protest.

For it is you that has awaken,
The thing that is my master.
Now my soul has been taken,
Leaving a shell like alabaster.

My master is my undeniable love,
From which this heart will never heal,
I need a wish from the stars above,
To let this awesome love reveal,

That my heart is just for you,
And I can’t control the way
This heart will pay its due,
As I suffer day-by-day.

I will cry with absolute sadness,
Until there is a puddle at my feet,
Without you there is no gladness.
It is the darkness that I will meet,

A darkness that does well to hide,
My tears that fall from jealous fears,
And in my heart I must abide,
No matter how heavy the jeers.

I have done all that I can do,
Except tell dastardly lies,
This is the end of my woo for you,
Until you can acquire Juliet’s eyes.