My beautiful dove. Thou art anLove,fallenangel whom hath stolen my heart. Whence hath thee come from? You are the most beloved and faithful wife. I will die for thee. Hark to the birds in heaven. I will fain to meet you in heave. Ho, the sun hasn't rise yet. Wherefore did thee hath to leave so soon? Did you die because of Tybalt death? Or was it Paris whom you were forced to marry that you did not want to? My love for you are too strong for me to control. I must meet thee now. I pray thee will await me in heaven, I shall come marry. Let the soul do what it truly need.
You husband Romeo.



