Shall I compare him to Romeo himself?

His eyes they glisten like Carribean seas.

He prays for those in sickness and health,

and gives to those who never say please.

Out of the troupe he chose his fair maiden.

Never would I have guessed his choice to be me.

The butterflies came, my stomach they stayed in.

A dream like this I could not dare to believe.

He held my hand, and we rendezvoused.

The space between us dissipated soon.

Did I mention his eyes? The sapphire blue.

The two of us in the center of the room.

The light hit his face, starting to gleam.

Just in that moment the director called scene.