:) That kind of romance is probably wasted on me. I am past the time when I can identify with a young Juliet and the praise of her loveliness and beauty are therefore poorly received by my eyes and ears.

However, I remember and become nostalgic when I look at the handsome young men from my now older eyes and can actually wax lyrical about their incredible youth. HaHa! Perhaps if I were a man, Shakespeare and this particular scene would sweep me away too. In any case, I appreciate the works of times past. And I am happy when it makes others cheerful.