Dearest Father,
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned most grievously. I believe I have made a grave mistake, in casting aside so readily the beauty that once stood at my side. Yes, Father, I speak of fair Rosaline, the woman I once called love of my life, and swore that for her I would die most readily. Yet I, being the lovesick, impetuous fool I am, have forsaken her for another. But not just any other, Father! Angel of angels, she is- the most beautiful, perfect rose I have ever seen. Juliet. Her mere name conjures blossoms and the music of the Heavens. I would readily throw my life at her feet for all of time if the slightest twinge of guilt did not disturb me. Was I right to pledge my love for her so soon? Or should I have tried harder to hold back the feelings that threaten to burst through my very skin?
Please, Father, advise me or forgive me, so I may put the past behind me and carry on with my blessed existence in the presence of the loveliest lady I have ever laid eyes upon. And pray keep this a secret, Father- for there are those who would seek to tear us apart.
Your trusting Son,
Romeo Montague