In fair Verona’s realm, where love did sprout,
Two souls conversed, their hearts casting doubt.
A tale of passion, tragedy unfold,
Romeo and Juliet, their story told.
Romeo:
O Juliet, sweet Juliet, thine eyes so fair,
A love forbidden, yet we both dare.
Through feuding kin, our hearts have found their way,
In clandestine meetings, night turns to day.
Juliet:
Romeo, dear Romeo, a name I hold,
A Montague, a tale both new and old.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet, I suppose.
Romeo:
Thine innocence and grace, a radiant sight,
In moonlit whispers, love takes its flight.
On yonder balcony, you do shine,
A beacon of hope in this feud’s dark line.
Juliet:
Yet Fate, it plays a cruel hand, my love,
A tempest stirs, like clouds above.
Tybalt’s anger, Mercutio’s fall,
A web of tragedy, entwined in all.
Romeo:
Oh Juliet, my heart doth ache with woe,
Love’s light and shadow in this tale we know.
With poison’s kiss, I sought to find release,
To join thee, love, in everlasting peace.
Juliet:
Romeo, deceived, thy death I see,
A potion’s sleep, to reunite thee and me.
In life and death, our love shall persist,
A tale of passion, on Fate’s sharp twist.
Romeo:
But hark, dear Juliet, let lessons ring,
Of love’s endurance, through pain it will cling.
In Verona’s streets, our spirits reside,
A love eternal, where destinies collide.
Juliet:
So let our tale, a beacon be,
A symbol of love’s unyielding decree.
Though we are gone, our love lives anew,
In every heart that beats, in skies so blue.
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E.P. Robles | Poetry 