In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
Two star-crossed lovers met and fell in love,
Their families’ feud a barrier between
The passions of these two, sent from above.
But love knows not of hate, nor time, nor place,
And Romeo and Juliet could not resist
The pull of fate, the magic of their grace,
And so they vowed to love, no matter the risk.
Their love was pure, a flame that burned so bright,
That even death could not put out its light.
For though they died, their love did not expire,
But lived on in the hearts of all who desire
To find a love that’s true, a love that’s real,
Like Romeo and Juliet, forever to feel.
:: 02.28.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 