In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
A noble lord, with heart both pure and keen,
Did wander 'neath the moon's soft silver glow,
In search of wisdom, truth, and love's sweet flow.
He spied a maiden, fair as morning's dew,
Her eyes like stars, her spirit bright and true.
Yet shadows loomed, for darkness sought to claim
The light of hope, and cast upon her shame.
With courage bold, he faced the night so dire,
And called upon the heavens, fierce with fire.
"Let not despair extinguish love's delight,
For in our hearts, we hold the spark of light."
Thus, with a whisper, soft as summer's breeze,
He raised his hands, and quelled the dark with ease.
And from his lips, a sacred vow took flight,
"Let there be light!"