What makes us enemies? (really rough)

Standing here on my belcony my mind does wonder so,
O Romeo, Romeo wherefor art thou Romeo?
Shall we never meet again? am I to marry Paris and forever long to be in your arms? Shall we forever long to see eachother? doomed to never be happy with another?
why must we be apart?
'Tis but thy name that is my enemy.
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face.Therefore who says thou art thy'n enemy? Love shalt not judge, nor shall I, thy parents i cannot account for. O, be some other name
Belonging to a man.What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other word would smell as sweet.
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. What ties thee to our names? Refuse thy names be but only thyselves. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for thy name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself. For no longer shall i be Juliet, Capulet, nor he Romeo, Montegue. Only Romeo and Juliet, love shalt not judge.
therefor no longer shall we be enimeis, thou art be free to be whom ever we choose.
No capulets, nor montegues, only Romeo, only Juliet, friends, alies, lovers