His voice -- in all its gentle soothing tones,
Even from a million miles away,It speaks to Juliet, deep in her bones,Lifts her up, just enough to say:
"Poet... You came back-- this cannot be!This sickness has invaded my poor mindTo have me suffer more! What cruelty!What new horrors shall my cancer find?"
"Be still, my beauty. Save your energy.Let me run my fingers through your hair.I promise: I'm as real as real can be--Shhh. No more talk. Let's get you out of there."
"Thank God," she says, "I don't know what to do...""I'm here now, love. Let metake care of you."

- Jack