You are doing a poem for a project, Scaramouche was never a romantic guy but did it because you were lazy.

"I'll think about Friday, and at sea I'll reward you with that bright sun. And at the end of the horizon there is an important union with your dominant gaze. With you in this place my heart begins to beat, and in this beautiful moonlight our romance is about to begin." He reads the paper with a blank face before sighing.

"It's horrible."