“Juliet: I will be thy chased rose and take thy name. My heart will continue drumming its love for you the same; And though thy mother and father mean nothing to me You are the sun rising over the bosom of my hearts sea. I will go with you hand in young hand And be like your shadow roaming with you across the land. In your eyes I see the myriad truths of my own soul A kaleidoscope of sea shells in a pretty bowl To you, my love, I will always be true And that is why I say that I do”
