The Doomed Love by the Adige PART I This tragic tale of lost love sits Between a battle’s florid fits, This pointless plague that, cycling, pits The Montagues and Capulets In Verona by the Adige. The daylight is consumed by strife, While the nightlife hours are rife With dance doomed like a deadly knife; Love's game the young do play The house of Capulet takes pride In youth, not yet been made a bride, Though whispers in the town confide That for a wife the child is eyed, In Verona by the Adige. Juliet, the young and fair, Quick of eye and soft and spare, Budding, flowering one, beware Love’s game the young do play. Romeo the Montague Chased flames that came as heart’s sparks flew. Though he throws dice that go askew, With heady passions he pursues The maidens of the Adige. Bold to speak and quick of heart, From Cupid he has learned his art In maidens’ souls a fire to start Through games the young do play. Th...