I see the young lover boy
creeping through the trees
ignoring his friend’s calls
Romeo is his name

He sees the lady Juliet
her young bright face
as pale as the moon
suggests marriage and love

I hide in the oak church pews
spying on the scene
of Romeo and Juliet
it made me feel rather green

I follow Romeo in the dark
a quiet ghost in the depths
he sees the lady Juliet
and he like a child
weeps out loud
his tears form rivers in his cheek

Now they both lie dead
neither can be woke
the stars joined them together
the white and the yolk