Maria: Oh, my God! Look at all these flowers!
Mike: Who in the right mind breaks into somebody's home just to leave dozens of
flowers all around?
Maria: You are such a kidder, you know that.
Mike: I didn't do this.
Maria: Then why does this letter contain a love poem signed with your name?
(Mike laughs.)
Mike: Read it! I wrote it myself. It took me a good while to come up with the
perfect rhymes.
Maria: "My love is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June. My love is like a melody, that's sweetly played in tune. My love for you will never die, just like the stars above. For I am yours, and you are mine, you'll always be my love."
Mike: What do you think? Did you like it?
Maria: I can't believe you wrote this for me.
Mike: I swear it's my original poem.
Maria: No, I mean the fact that you did this. You're so romantic.
Mike: I hope this wasn't all too much.
Maria: No, it's perfect. Absolutely perfect.
Mike: There's one more thing I want to surprise you with.
Maria: Another one? I don't know if my heart can take it.
Mike: In that case, I'll save it for another day.
Maria: No, now I have to hear it!
Mike: Alright. Maria, my love, my one and only. Let's get married. I don't want to wait anymore.
Maria: Are you serious?
Mike: What do you say?
Maria: I say yes! Yes! A thousand times, yes!
Mike: Great! But Maria... I think we should only get married... once!
(They laugh, hug, and kiss. This truly is a day to celebrate.)
