[Perrella]

Originally Posted by Beamers Mom

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Rosie Marie is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
Be not her maid, since she is envious;
Her vestal livery is but sick and green
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!

Rosie, tis I, tis your Romeo ready to escort you to the ball

Oh my gosh....now that is one handsome little Romeo. Love the outfit, it's gorgeous!