In fair Verona where we lay our scene,
Amidst the shame and hatred that did reign,
Two star-crossed lovers, both alike in pain,
In death united, but still in love remain.

Their tragedy speaks of passion's fire,
Of love so true it could not expire,
Of families' feuds and bitter ire,
Of fate's cruel hand and death's desire.

And in the afterlife, they suffer still,
Their love a flame that cannot be stilled,
For though their bodies lie cold and still,
Their souls are locked in eternal thrill.

Their pain and sorrow forever endure,
For death cannot quench love's fervor,
And in the afterlife, they must endure
The agony of love that will not cure.

Oh, what cruel fate to love so true,
And suffer for it, in life and death anew,
But such is the price of passion's hue,
To love so deeply, and to suffer too.