My asian Juliet

A young romeo, growing up on streets of shame.
finds a lovely girl that he named.
Her hair flows dark and soft
and her skin light but not fair
even though she doesn't resemble shakespears crown jewel.
he dubbed her his asian Juliet

Though he be bold and strong of heart
he can't find a conversation starter.
Walking the shadows gazing upon a window
Listening in to the secrets of her hearts desire
Others may think him a fool
but she is his asian Juliet

Listen in as her music dances in the air,
the strings of her violen chirping; its bliss
the keys of her piano singing; its euphoria
close your eyes and clear your mind
while she strikes the chord of your heart
She is the greatest Juliet

If one day he gathers the courage
he shall speak to her of love.
he cannot do it alone
for he himself doesn't present enough
he learn to use a lasso
and bring Asian Juliet the Moon.

And there love shall entangle like the vines of edan
and runneth over like the roman cups of wine
The streets of shame washing away to gold
whilst the clouds clear the sky for the sun to shine
and their love shall warm the world over
if Asian Juliet can accept such a Romeo