Romeo and Juliet

The love that knows no boundary set by clan; The clans that know no love except for war; The flower that dares to bloom, but never can; This then the story Shakespeare told, in core. And what the nature of a petty feud? Where pride replaces peaceful, prosperous life; Where little things as mountains are construed, And things far greater die within its strife. How might a lesser quill have writ the tale? One family good, the other dripping ill; The timeless lie, the righteous must prevail; And happiness the final act to fill. But not these things, you had much more to say: And that is why we think of you today.