FOR THE LOVE OF ROMEO

by Dorothy M 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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