Here we are seeing it, ladies and gentleman, the very face of love. Look upon the miracle...

Narrator: Here we are seeing it, ladies and gentleman, the very face of love. Look upon the miracle it reveals. And this boy, on the night under the moon so full, and yet he weeps for himself, and for us, and for the moonlight too, the boy does weep. Behold the beloved, hers is the name in the song which echoes in the space of his heart. Love is passion, love is mystery, love is pain. Above all things else, love is pain. It's the same old story of love and the promise it holds, of life and of living it in love, and perhaps a little bit of death. Yes, just a splash of death. To the beginning now, ladies and gentleman, where it all will end. Yes, ladies and gentleman, the boy did die today. But let us not weep for him. Let us take comfort, knowing that in his final hours, he came more alive than he had in all the days of his life entire. For the boy chose love, in defiance of fear and the hazards of this world, he chose love. Fortunately, a funny thing happened, something wonderous, something magical. Love chose him back.