قريت هالpoem مرة عالنت وعجبتني وحبيت انكم تقرونها لانها بصراحة
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طبعا كلكم تعرفون قصة جولييت لما خذت دوا عشان ماتتزوج باريس
لانها متزوجة روميو بالسر فتبي توهمهم انها ميتة عشان
تروح تعيش مع روميو وارسلت له رسول يقوله الخطة لكنه تأخر..
فلما سمع روميو ان جولييت ماتت
راح المقبرة وانتحر بالسم وبعد ماقامت جولييت شافت روميو ميت وزجاجة السم كانت فاضية فخذت خنجر روميو و...................ذبحت نفسها..
اخليكم تستمتعون بالقصيدة مثل مااستمتعت انا فيها (طبعا مب شكسبير كاتبها) ومااعرف من كتبها.....مالها حقوق نشر شكلي بسرقها>>>>>>>امززززح
When thy eyes touched mine
For the very fist time
I knew it would be forever
That we were meant to stay together
And I had to keep my faith
Because my only love sprung from my only hate
For thou I was lying here
In this cold and dark place
Thy voice I was supposed to hear
But our dream became our disgrace
?Why could not thou wait for a little while
For I would wake up and smile
I can not stop my tears now
As my eyes not to see thee
!Oh, love could not be more wise to me
:With thy dagger I make a vow
By taking this brief life
.I shall always be thy hopless wife
For the very fist time
I knew it would be forever
That we were meant to stay together
And I had to keep my faith
Because my only love sprung from my only hate
For thou I was lying here
In this cold and dark place
Thy voice I was supposed to hear
But our dream became our disgrace
?Why could not thou wait for a little while
For I would wake up and smile
I can not stop my tears now
As my eyes not to see thee
!Oh, love could not be more wise to me
:With thy dagger I make a vow
By taking this brief life
.I shall always be thy hopless wife
