Romeo, a Montague lad, walks lone the lane, With pride and quiet sorrow in his heart, A youth so gentle, like a drop of rain, A grain of sand set in the world apart. This tender soul then sees a fairy bright, Juliet, the angel of the Capulet name, A love that blooms like seeds in scattered light, Yet bound by feud that turns their joy to shame. Once but a boy, now stands a daring lad, He climbs her wall beneath the silver night, “Stone walls cannot keep us apart,” he said— For love burns brighter far than fear or might. Yet fate had carved a silent tomb for them, For love and death were twined in Verona’s stem.