English
homework: Task ‘Diary Entry.’
Romeo
and Juliet. [Juliet’s Diary Entry]
Saturday; November 5th 2011
Dear Diary,
A Kiss. A Touch. A Glance. I was lost, I knew it. If
felt like my mind had been spinning round and round in an endless motion. A
never ending abyss of emotions shooting itself within me. I could never forget
those eyes that seem to capture me both mentally and physically, eyes filled
with mysterious wonder. Love perhaps? Lust? His eyes had the power to take my
breath away. Each glance making my heart cringe in delight. Can you believe it?
Just yesterday I was having a discussion with both Mother and Nurse about
marrying Paris. Back then it was an honor that I dream
not of. I had initially planned that I’ll look
to like, if looking liking move; but no more deep will I endart mine eye. Him.
It was all because of him. Romeo. It’s funny how I’ve fallen for a man who
happened to be a Montague, my only love sprung from my
only hate. I couldn’t help it, although Paris was infact a man with both
the personality and looks he couldn’t compare to Romeo. Romeo was different he
was…perfect, as charming and down to earth as a pilgrim.
What am I saying? I had just met him last night at Daddy’s Party.
Grabbing a hold of my hand he spoke My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand; To smooth that
rough touch with a tender kiss. His melodic voice was like music to my
ears, a song I wish would go on and on forever. O,
then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith
turn to despair. A saint. He had compared me to something as humble and
down to earth as a saint. The sweet feeling of his lips on mine sent me a
feeling of pure bliss. Sending almost a thousand butterflies within my stomach,
the guilty yet heavenly feeling beating itself around my whole body couldn’t be
described. He was able to make my heart melt, my body shiver, my eyes twinkle. Like
a long lost lover I knew we were meant to be. Kiss after Kiss, I couldn’t help
but to notice how he had kiss by the book.
But what was I thinking?! I mean, im betraying my mother’s
orders, I may be at the risk of losing both her and Fathers trust! O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? In fact, was
I ready for Love? My Parents were everything to me. Loving Romeo was the most
hardest thing I’ve gone through throughout my years of living. My one true love
was despised enormously by my Friends, Parents and even Relatives! Too early seen unknown, and known too late! I wished.
If only we had met from the start, fate had seem to plan everything out for us.
With him a Montague and me a Capulet.
He had shown himself before me once again. A star filled
sky setting the mood. Speaking out my thoughts I was baffled and filled with embarrassment
as I hadn’t realize he was beneath the balcony I was placed upon. O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo? Mumbling a few words to Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven I recalled blushing a light shade of
pink. I was filled with relief as Thou know’st
the mask of night was on my face. My heart turned heavy seeing his eyes
filled with sorrow as I told him to go to bed. If we were to be caught, I knew
we were in for it. ‘O, wilt thou leave me so
unsatisfied?’ He spoke through the airy night as I was caught off guard.
Even till now his words had never seemed to leave my mind. Like a broken audio
tape the sentence played over and over again. He was yearning for my love as
much as I did for his. Telling him with all my heart that my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have,
for both are infinite, his eyes were still filled with the wish for both
lust and desire. It was a wish I was willing to give to him.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day were everything will take
place. I told him to send me a message stating when and where we would get married.
Privately that is. My heart pounded nonstop as the long hand of the clock
continued to tick every second. We had stayed up that night til 12 in the
morning. As I tired as I was, excitement and thrill had conquered over me. For
now, my journey on this page may have to end as my Nanny had called me from afar, but soon I
will write about recent events once again. Good night,
good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
A Thousand Times Goodnight!
xxx
Nicely written! The syntax does indeed control the tension and atmosphere of this diary entry. It also reflects the innocent and naive side showing how she is just an adolescent lover.
ReplyDeleteI really liked reading this! The atmosphere of it was really good and you captured her confusion well.
ReplyDeleteA fantastically detailed and thorough diary entry, of which you should be really proud. You cover in detail all that has happened to him, and choose some excellent quotations from the text too.
ReplyDeleteWhere I think there is room for development is in what you DO with those quotations. They need to be explained and analysed more, in order to squeeze out of the text as much as you can about her character - for example, what does she mean by "Wherefore art thou Romeo"?
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