Where's Juliet?

Darkest days consume thee ever more than the everlasting sun.
And the grey skies, soaketh up thy romance our hearts shalleth hold.
In a robe lighteth of a sweet nectiorian arum lilly , shaded by thy weeping willow.
Whereth Juliet shall holdeth thy stars on each fingertip of her being.
If fears shall falleth from the field of poppies,
then I shall ignite thy sky with the romance i giveth you.
Dost thou feel the fire burning in thy eyes of passion?
Serenading quoth, she speaketh ever so softly,
"Deny thy love I seedeth to thy breeze, Forgeth thy blood shed to thy seas, Render thy hope of one quithering breath, Starch these words as I fade to death."
With this a kiss, she placeth on his lips,
Moonlight by thy shore shall fadeth from his fingertips.