The Irony of Love and Hate

I was still on my morning walk and flower picking when an excited shout breaks the early morning silence.

Ah! If it isn't the young Romeo. The boy races through the trees and bushes with an expression of unspeakable delight... I wonder what happened to cause his happiness and excitment this early.

The closer he came, I begin to wonder if he ever slept the previous night. It was still yesterday that he was moaning and grieving for the unrequited love of the fair Rosaline, whom he deeply desires, yet isn't loved or admired back. Poor boy...

Listening to him describe his late-night adventure, it seems as if he has forgotten about his woes and even about Rosaline.

'I have forgot that name and that name’s woe.'

Good for the boy, but he claims he has at last found his true love. Dear Lord! How can he so easily swayed in the heart? Truly, his love wavers too much. Young men are never pleased enough, especially when a new pretty face comes along. Sigh....

'Young men’s love then lies
Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes'

And alas, his love is his enemy. It is Juliet, the daughter of his family's enemy. What irony is this? To further the conflict that is 'bred of an airy word', or to peace the hatred with love?

Romeo asks me to wed the young couple as soon as possible. With hope to dissolve the long-standing feud between the proud Montagues and respected Capulets, I agreed to wed the young pair.