It’s a true love story, the type legends are born of. She was a beauty, sparkling eyes, sweet smile and just longing for that special someone to come along and sweep her off her feet. He was mature, slow to anger, a warrior among warriors. Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. She longed for him but her parents said no. His type wasn’t allowed near them. She begged. She pleaded. He prayed.
It wasn’t to be. So he climbed down off his pedestal and off into the sunset. She lowered her head and went back to her family.
Yes, she named him Romeo. All. by. her. self.