Authors Note: I own nothing, obviously.

This was written for the lovely jujubean's (aka Jewel aka Jewel Insert Witty Name Here) birthday. She wanted someone to write Angelina/Montague in iambic pentameter for a long times, so I finally did it. I don't particularly like it...but I figure I can always use concrit. ;o)

Always sorrow, always he ends up hurt.

He tries but fails each time his heart is free.

He has given up his quest to be loved.

Alone is the way he is meant to be.

That is until his heart, now cold; awakes.

She is lovely, and she is not for him.

He knows this will only end up badly.

But her fire is much too bright to dim.

And he tries all he can to stop looking.

He can't forget her when he tries to sleep.

Her hair, her voice, her eyes, her smile, cannot

Leave him in peace; into his mind she seeps.

The way she flies higher than all the rest,

The way her eyes blaze with fury so quick,

The way she holds her head up high and strong

Makes him long to be the one she does pick.

His dreams are dashed with a flash of bright red.

She will never see him as he sees her.

The boy, the loud, too proud, obnoxious boy

Makes sure she will never see his allure.

But he tries anyway to show her his love.

Despite her denials she loves him too.

It must be hid from his friends and from hers,

To save their lives from being torn through.

Yet torn it turns out despite their efforts.

More and more hopeless their love has become.

And then he is shoved in a cabinet

And lost to the world he has finally won.