[BabyGirl Rosie]

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

(I posted this in the submission thread by mistake, and have asked Admin to delete that post, so if you saw it there, you are not seeing double)

O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?

Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall take me to the ball,
Take him and lead him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

My Beamer Romeo, you look so handsome. I am counting down the days till the ball. My mommy will have me all ready and so pretty for you. We will be a lovely couple for all to see!