now I know br exactly why br romeo ached to be br the glove on juliets hand br as she rested her cheek upon it br or why their kiss br was the purest sacrilege, br a ritual made by br a hypocritic priest. br br it's the same br reason that petruchio br tamed the unruly br shrew, the reason br seeing you causes br the tempest to br arise in me br again and again. br br i am not caesar's coward br that dies a thousand deaths. for br i am rejoicing in this br sweet sorrow no matter what br br it brings. this is the br reason why i will br always compare you br to a summers day br even in the dead of br winter.