May 22, 1981
Doug began: That I am I and you are you, would seem indubitably true, Yet lacking you, I am not I, and without me can you deny there is something you would fain supply? And now the reality...how fully you and I are we.
Julie: If ever two were one, then surely we;
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife were happy in a man, compare with me women...if you can.
I prize thy love..more than whole mines of gold, or all the riches that the world could hold.
Mickey: What it is to love, it is to be made of sighs and tears;
It is to be all made of faith and service, it is to be all made of fantasy, all made of passion;
all made of wishes, all adoration, duty and observance,
all humbleness, patience and impatience, all trials, all obeisance.
Doug: Oh, my love is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June.
Julie: My love is like the melody, sweetly played in tune.
Doug: As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, so deep in love am I.
Julie: And I will love thee still, my dear, till all the seas gang dry.
Doug: Till all the seas gang dry, my dear, and the rocks melt with the sun.
Julie: And I will love thee still, my dear, though the sands of life shall run.
Doug: And fair thee well, my only love, and fair thee well awhile.
Julie: And I will come again, my love, though it were ten thousand miles.