Shakespearean love

In fair Verona's ancient town,

Where love's sweet tale is oft renowned,

Two houses, both alike in fame,

In Shakespearean verse, we find their name.

The Montagues and Capulets, they were called,

Their feud and enmity unthawed,

Yet, 'twas amidst this strife and hate,

A love so pure would seal their fate.

Young Romeo, with a heart so light,

At the Capulet's ball, he took his flight,

A masquerade, his face concealed,

Love's mysteries, to be revealed.

And there, in Juliet's gentle eyes,

He found a love that touched the skies,

A love that crossed the lines they'd drawn,

In shadows of the moonlit dawn.

Their whispered words, a secret trove,

As passion's flame began to rove,

They pledged their love, so deep, so true,

In haste, their destinies they'd pursue.

Yet, fate, a cruel and fickle friend,

Would see their youthful love descend,

A tragic tale of love's despair,

A story known to all, beware!

A potion, false, would Juliet take,

In deathly slumber, her soul to wake,

But Romeo, in grief, would not delay,

To join her in the tomb, where she lay.

Together in death, they found their peace,

A love that never sought release,

In Shakespeare's verse, their love does thrive,

A timeless tale, where souls survive.

For though their families' feud would scar,

The theme of love shines like a star,

In literature's embrace, they're free,

A love that's bound for all to see.

So, let us cherish love's refrain,

In Shakespearean verse, its eternal gain,

For in the pages of a poet's quill,

True love lives on, and ever will.