An ode to Juliet.

How must Juliet have felt once the stars aligned within their fate, To have awoken from near death And found her love to late,

In the pits of discord I tell you It's like the sun disobeyed the day And darkness then had formulated But another way,

shadows then console the suffering ebbing the worst cut ever known, once love had left the grounds of faith And left her on her own

Love as such may live according And shall not break the tides Nor sea, it's boundless beauty then resides in hearts of you and me Great courage sort them well To be wed in such different limbs But never was there any quoral Where love it vowed to him

A tragedy of loves great power To move the mountains of the earth, and settle in the hearts of many valued and of worth The tragedy is not such death But to love the forbidden in a quoraling cry, and still hold love as precious as an evening sky

To bloom in history on a stage In paper books the story lies The stars aligned within their hearts, and love like that shall never die.