Poison and the happy dagger

Indeed, there was no story of more woe
than two souls destined for love to unite
for it is not by sin that they love so
On Capulet ball of blessed night
to smooth a rough touch with a gentle kiss
so young a love that defied forbidden
the two may not anticipated this
the balcony saw them in the garden
Love so pure made parting a sweet sorrow
by blood is a dispute bitter than gall
so short a time that they in love borrow
the two hearts that was divided by wall
there was no story of more woe, i Sighed
I cant believe from this sins, both you've died