Romeo and juliet

It was such a lovely and a bright sunday morning.
The birds were singing and the leaves were dancing.
Standing under the  the trees,
There he was waiting.
His lips were whistling and his legs were tapping.

Dressed in his best of dress,
a rose he was holding.
Lost in some thoughts and his dreams,
he was smiling.
Now the sun started to shift and the day was fading.

Hopes in his heart and the dreams in his eyes slowly came down crashin.
His heart grew heavy,
fell on his knees....crying.

Romeo did wait but juliet didn't come.