ROMEO: This is the kind of love I have...but no one loves me back.
Hey, are you laughing?
BENVOLIO: No, cousin, I'm crying. Because of how sad you are.
ROMEO: Yes! This is what love does!
Love is a smoke made of lovers' sighs. When it clears, it becomes a fire burning in lovers' eyes.
And when love is denied, you'll find an ocean made of lovers' tears.