What if Juliet had never really loved Romeo? Would Romeo still love her?

#Romeo and Juliet

If half-said words aren’t poetry,
If a half-naked woman isn’t enticing,
If a half-lived life wasn’t worth the shot,
I must have been drinking,
I must have been drinking a lot!

That half-naked woman has my jacket… my heart!
I must find her!
She gave me an address, I can surely find her spot
“Why do I drink a lot?”

50 years and a thousand cunt,
and couldn’t love, even one.
I used to like my lonely chair two days past,
Now it feels cold and an outcast.
2 days and now long she is gone,
There’s a note, a beer, and dreams she has shown,
How do I sleep when my body wants her shade?
How do I write when she’s the story I wanna undeclared?

I hope she is waiting for me,
In a bar, on a stool with a bottle of whisky!

But before I go, I wanna know,
Dear lord, I love her, and I vow.
But, does she love me?
Does her heart beat for me?
I doubt her love.
Since the way, she took my last kiss.

She respects me too much,
Oh! Dear lord, is she afraid of being caught?
I told the bartender,
About my woman, my Juliet, to whom I gave my jacket and,
heart too in the car,
whose eyes are like the two brightest stars,
and her body, the best pottery of the potter.

That she could kill her father and brother,
And do any such illegal thing,
in the name of her love.

Hearing this, the bartender smashed on my face.
“Romeo’s Juliet would never do such a thing for a 50-year-old face.
Wouldn’t lord be the lord?” he said
“If I change his name.”

If she is not the one,
Where is my Juliet?
If this is not what love is,
I can’t love more than this!
Yet, if she was not for me,
My half-lived life wasn’t worth the shot!
But if she is my Juliet,
I will be her Romeo.

In the bar, on the stool, with a bottle of whisky,
I sat there and drank whisky.
Sip by sip,
With every drop of silver tear.
Oh! Dear lord, if you find her,
Could you not send her here?!

REIMAGINING: ROMEO AND JULIET

If you have read the play ‘Romeo and Juliet’ by William Shakespeare, you know that the play starts with Romeo being heartbroken. He loved a girl named Rosaline, and it was only later that he saw Juliet, Rosaline’s cousin.

This is what Romeo’s cousin and close friend, Benvolio, said to him to cheer him up:
At this same ancient feast of Capulet’s
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
With all the admired beauties of Verona:
Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

Meaning:

At this very old and famous party at the Capulet’s house, Rosaline (the girl you love) will be eating dinner, along with all the most admired beautiful women in Verona. Go there and look at them with an open and honest eye. Compare her to other girls I’ll point out, and you’ll realize that the girl you think is a swan (beautiful) is actually a crow (not so special).

The play was a great piece (no offense).

This interpretation brings a bittersweet touch to the story—what if Juliet’s heart changed? What if Romeo, once again, found himself loving someone who didn’t love him back? It echoes the beginning of the play, where he mourns Rosaline. Love, in all its forms, remains unpredictable.