Dear Juliet is on her balcony -
awash in moonlight. Do you see her there?
Her form - how graceful, and her face - how fair!
She is a pearl which night stole from the sea
and placed beneath the stars to spellbind me!
Behold the luster of her auburn hair.
The sun has set, bright red, and yet I’d swear
it lingers in her long locks so fiery!
How fortunate am I in that the Fates
have given me the love of Juliet,
for she’s a gem while I am but a stone.
And see how patiently this goddess waits.
She has her pick of any suitor. . . yet
she’s chosen me and waits for me alone!