Oh, Romeo, Romeo, Wherefore Art Thou, Romeo...

Does not mean, "Where are you, Romeo. It means, "Why are you named Romeo, and a Montague to boot.
I don't need to be Juliet and a Capulet to boot. Let's be anything else; A rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.

Let's be roses and we can be wed rather than suffer the slings and arrows of the Montague/Capulet feud.

" To be,(a rose) or not to be (a rose): that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die; to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

'ooops'...a little Hamlet lingo in there; transplanted to the balcony of love.

Well, how to end the year of our Lord, two ooh ooh five; entranced, in love, in awe of something not of this world...in wonderment of that which is of yesterday or today; and what of yesterday or today?

Here we come, world, head on!

Later...