The Name That Finds the Light

​They named me Juliet, And the air grew soft with the sound, A name not whispered, but sung, Where grace and fire are found. ​It is a rhythm of silver and silk, Five letters that bloom like a rose, Carrying the strength of a thousand stories, Everywhere the spirit goes. ​To speak it is to call upon the stars, To find beauty in the morning dew, A title etched in timeless gold, Forever bright, forever new. ​They named me Juliet, A legacy of heart and flame, For the world is simply a little more sweet, When it learns to call my name.