Oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore aren’t you mine yet?
I promise I’ll love you to death and be your Juliet.

Not quite right? Then maybe you’re my Spiderman?
I can be Mary Jane and be your number one fan.

Perhaps you’re my Edward, I promise I won’t laugh.
As your Bella, you’ll be my obsession forever and a half.

You can be Prince Charming, really it’s all the same.
We’ll dance. Don’t worry, Princess is my middle name.

Not good at dancing? Maybe you’re my Mr. Darcy?
I’ll be your clever Elizabeth and we’ll have a cup of tea.

Don’t like tea? I don’t mind, really, it’s fine
I just want the Mr. Right that’s mine.

So long as my ever-after is happy, dear sir.
You can be you, and I’d love you for sure.