Where Art Thou Romeo?

I'm searching for my Romeo,
For where art does thou dwell?
An endless path I've traveled on,
Oh, please, kind Sir do tell.

I'm yearning to be Juliet,
Pursued and longed, a must.
And cherished night and day tis forth,
Nay withering to dust.

I'm waiting for my shining prince,
To come and rescue me.
And mend all of my brokenness,
For all eternity.

Perhaps, although, a dream tis true.
Though a dream I do hope not.
For waiting tis my lonely heart,
Just yearning to be caught.