My Kingdom

Too young to hold on and too old to just break free and run. Sometimes a man must awake to find that really, he has no-one, So i'll wait for you and i'll burn, will I ever see your sweet return? It's never over, she's the tear that hangs inside my soul forever. Oh lover, you should've come over 'cause it's not too late
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He was her Romeo, charming and handsome, perfect in every way.

She was his Juliet, beautiful and pure, perfection to his eyes.

What if everything they knew, and thought they didn't know clashed together, leaving them two choices, an ultimate if you wish to say?

Love or a career

Not long ago, in a charming dream,
I saw myself -- a king with crown's treasure;
I was in love with you, it seemed,
And heart was beating with a pleasure.
I sang my passion's song by your enchanting knees.
Why, dreams, you didn't prolong my happiness forever?
But gods deprived me not of whole their favor:
I only lost the kingdom of my dreams.
~Aleksandr Pushkin, 1815