Wait. What’s that light coming from the window over there? It’s like the east, with Juliet as the morning sun! Rise, Juliet, beautiful sun, and kill the jealous moon who’s already fading and sad because you are far more beautiful than she is.
It’s my lady! Oh, it’s my love. Oh, if only she knew I love her. She’s talking but I can’t hear anything. What does it matter?
Her expression means something and I can answer that. No, I’m being too forward. She’s not talking to me. Oh, if two of the most beautiful stars had to leave heaven on important business, they’d ask her eyes to do the twinkling for them while they were gone!
What if her eyes took their places in the sky and those stars became her eyes?
Her beautiful face would outshine those stars in her head like daylight outshines lamps, while her eyes in the sky would be so bright at nighttime that birds would be convinced it was day.
Look at how she leans her cheek on her hand. I wish I were a glove on her hand so I could touch her cheek!