Write a diary entry from the perspective of Romeo, right after you have seen Juliet for the first time. You have just left the Capulet ball and you are on your way to her window.
Success criteria:
1. Use an array of figurative language (metaphors, similes, personification) to describe how you feel about seeing Juliet and what she looks like.
2. Use quotations from the text (look specifically, at Act 1, Scene 5 and Act 2, Scene 2).
3. Use sensory language (sight, touch, taste, smell, hearing) to talk about your surrounding as you walk towards the Capulet household.
You must write AT LEAST half a page.
Dear Diary,
Oh, how my heart trembles in my chest like a caged bird yearning for freedom. Tonight, upon laying my eyes upon her, I have found my soul's true mate, my Juliet, the sun that rises and sets in my world. Her beauty surpasses the blossoming flowers of spring, for she shines like a diamond amongst mere pebbles. Her face, fair and radiant, resembles the glow of the moon casting its ethereal light upon a tranquil lake.
I can still hear her enchanting voice resonating in my ears, filling my heart with melodies of love. "Good pilgrim, rasp me not, for I am too lowly to compare to a saint," she whispered, her words hanging in the air like the sweetest lullaby. Ah, how I longed to touch her delicate hand, to feel the warmth of her skin against mine, to dance with her amidst the stars.
As I made my way towards her window, the night embraced me like a lover's tender embrace. The air was thick with the scent of blossoming roses, their fragrance mingling with the subtle hints of the evergreen trees. A gentle breeze, carrying the songs of the nightingales, rustled the leaves, whispering secrets only they knew. The darkness enveloped me, comforting me as I walked the path towards my heart's desire.
In the distance, the quiet murmurs of the city echoed through the silent streets. The flickering lamplights guided my way, casting dancing shadows on the cobblestones. The taste of anticipation lingered on my tongue, as sweet as the first drop of honey from the comb. The sight of the Capulet household, looming in the moonlit night, sent shivers down my spine. It was there, within those walls, that my Juliet awaited me, her presence a beacon in the darkness.
With each step closer to her window, my heart beat faster, each thump echoing like thunder in my chest. Adorned with ivy tendrils, her balcony appeared as if nature itself had intertwined its branches to create a stage for our love. The faint flicker of candlelight beckoned me like a moth to a flame, guiding me closer to my cherished Juliet.
Oh, diary, as I stood beneath her window, my heart swelled with a love so fierce, it threatened to consume me where I stood. "But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?" I whispered, my voice barely a breath against the stillness of the night. The moment, so serene and yet filled with an uncontainable passion, felt suspended in time.
My Juliet, my love, my reason for existence, I write to you now, pouring my soul onto these pages, for it is in you that I find solace. May the night carry my words to you, whispering the depths of my affection. Forever yours,
Romeo