Interlude - a poem instead of a story

Hey girl, let me love you, the way only a man in a romantic comedy could. 
I will stand under a window holding a boom box that's playing your favourite song, even though you made it abundantly clear that we were over. 
I will slide the glasses off your face, have my sister give you a makeover and make you prom queen. Only to finally see the error of my ways because true beauty really does shine from within.

I will pretend to speak French for you so I can tutor you in the language of my love. I burn, I pine, I perish. 
I will send gifts, flowers and even a barbershop quartet to your office to mark my territory. 
Only I, will confess my love to you in the freezing cold even though you recently married my best friend. 
I will kiss you in the rain and shout out loud "if I'm a bird then you're a bird". 
And just to prove what a spontaneous fun guy I am, I will steal a blue French horn for you! 
Oh baby please let me love you like only a man from a romantic comedy could.