Miss Capulet

Miss Capulet sings in my head every day
Enrapturing with every move she makes
If ever a one-true-love there was
I know it's she I gaze upon

I can't help feeling I want to touch her
But I can't help feeling I might corrupt her
We star-crossed lovers face contempt
But I still crave Miss Capulet

Miss Capulet owns every thought that I have
Sparks a force I could not disregard
'Til my very last breath I make this oath
To she belongs my heart and soul