In Verona's night, a gentle storm does start, Where bitter sweetness grips young Romeo's heart. With fiery ice, his love for Juliet burns, A healing ache for which his soul now yearns. He finds a jarring peace in her soft eyes, A blinding light beneath the darkened skies. Her voice, a silent shout, so sharply sweet, The tender punch of fate when these two meet. A feather's weight of love he can't resist, An open secret sealed with every kiss. His joyful sorrow dances 'neath the moon, An endless pause, too late and yet too soon. In sweet despair, he whispers her dear name, Two hearts, both lost and found within this game.