Of Romeo And Juliet

Star crossed lovers of household war
Alike and destined to be no more
With ill fated love as all they bore
For each were shallow paramour,

Though oceans, seas and rivers dry,
The brightest stars, they too, will die.
An end to all not true but lie:
Two hearts will hold and time untry.

But in that end, though love is spent
As currency of their intent,
All shall sing a sad lament
But only death will be benevolent.