His name is romeo montague. The only son of your great enemy.
Of course, he would have to be a montague, said juliet.
She didn't explain but thought deeply of romeo. She knew right then that her whole world had just changed. She could no longer live in her old world, the one without romeo. That romeo was her enemy only made her feelings stronger. She knew at that moment that the world, and not her love, would have to change. It was simple.
So. She said, my only love has come from my only hate.
What's this? Love? Whispered the nurse. My baby girl is in love?
Juliet! Came a call in the distance. It was paris or her father. Juliet didn't care.
Tell them l've gone to bed