That Romeo and that Juliette,
They ended so tragically;
But this Romeo, and this Juliette,
Will live to love more happy.
Shakespeare’s dead and can’t re-write
The play he ended gloomy,
But we are real and will ignite
Love’s candle to fair blooming.
Its soft-flared fire will flame for years
Till we are weak with ageing,
Will not expire or dim from tears
As curtain closes staging.
A curtain call, our very last,
Will side by side be finding
A heroine and hero cast,
Bright faces calm and smiling.
Then all will see that happiness
Is not a thing that tires,
But with a kiss and long caress
Goes on with sweet desires.