lunedì 26 ottobre 2015


FOR THE LOVE OF ROMEO
by Dorothy Maxwell Rowatt


 Juliet's brow unfurled
In the place 
Where her parents'
Woes caused her
to rest. 


The beauty that once
Sparkled so bright
Gave way to the
Tomb and the sorrow
Of night


Which fell upon the
Place where good Montagues
And Capulets strayed
From Heaven's Love
And God's good
Grace.


Her lover, and friend,
Called dear Romeo,
Is there by her side
And will never go.


He lifts her soul so
They, too, can now be
Two stars in
The Sky
Which Heaven
Can see. 

Copyright ©  Dorothy M Rowatt, 2013 
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