Something so Beautiful. . . . Something so Wrong. . .

~*~Romeo and Juliet's love, something so pure, something so sacred, something. . . beautiful. The two lovers begin an innocent love that turns into a heated passion. The love that the two posses for each other turns into marriage, but is so poisoned by hate and death. Soon their love is tested by all around them, pushing the young couple to the edge.
The confusion and the pain soon overcome the two, distend to die, the young Romeo and Juliet are robbed of the lives by the ones who loved them most; their families.
~*~Was this forbidden love of Romeo and Juliet worth their lives? Was the price they paid worth it in the end? I have pondered the death of the two for sometime now, and here I am going to voice my opinion, so hear me out please. As far as the love Romeo and Juliet shared, I believed that it was distended to happen, but as far as the deaths go. . . I have a different view. Yes, the couple was rash in their decisions, but when Juliet is lying there taking in the view of her dead husband, I think there was a better solution that the knife. Times were rough throughout this book, but the last scene was the hardest. Juliet lost a loved one, her husband, but the road she chose, in my mind wasn't the wisest. Once again she rust into things again, taken by emotion. When Juliet stabbed herself, my mind was running with the idea of her excepting life and excepting the death of her Romeo. People loose loved ones, and still live another day. It might be terribly painful at first, but people do move on. Now I am not saying that Juliet would not miss Romeo, and certainly not forget him, but to except life and to live on. . . now there is a worthy cause to take. To learn, prosper, and to live life to it's fullest. . . now there is something beautiful.