In the Mind of Juliet

Oh! Will my fiery cousin Tybalt ever let the cool winter's snow calm the fire inside before the river of crimson flows? Even though both the Montague's and us, the Capulet's have been battling for years, I have grown tired of this age old fight; seeing nothing but the blood stains that lay both in the past and the future. Today I was told that Paris is seeking a bride and he hope it would be I. I have not even dreamt of marriage let alone Paris in such a way. Paris is a pleasant gentlemen but to me he seems a bit old and my heart does not feel the same. Even though I want to please my mother and father, I cannot see me with him. Tonight is the masked party that Father is holding getting ready for it may be a bit enjoyable but I still dread being there so that Paris can try to woo me. Wish me Luck!