--Couldst thou say me, my Romeo, what is in thy thoughts?
--I am thinking, my God's beloved. I am thinking about what is worst: Plato's love or love that is and cannot be?
--Worst is love!
--What art thou saying?
--Men and women that have love among them and it should not be, suffer an existence that destroys them. Persons that love and are not loved go with their solitude until it devours their souls. And people that have their loves without restrictions, suffer the tragedy of deception, of angry, of rutine, or, ultimately, becoming old, so they lose what does them to love each other. Only gods survive to love, it is poisonous to human beens.
--Oh! What a tragedy is life without love! What a torture with it! Is this the punishment because of our sin of existance?
--I don't know what we should to do. I only know I adore thee.
--Thou shalt not say that, because with it thou condemnest us.
--I know, prepare for our destruction.
--In that case..
And he approacheth her
--...Kiss thy killer.
