July 15th 1560
Today is a day of many changes. This morning, I fancied myself enamoured with a 'crow'. Rosalyne, oh odious creature, would not have my love. Nor shall she now have it, for I no longer love her. I love my 'snowy dove' Juliet, even though she be only a Capulet and therefore mine own enemy. I care not.
It all started this morning when a Capulet servant asked me to read an invitation list for a masked ball. When I was reading it I noticed that Rosalyne's name was upon it; it is strange how fate so decreed this. Dying of 'love' for Rosalyne, myself, Benvolio and my dear friend Mercutio decided to go along to the party. Oh my eyes did deceive me, for when I arrived I did not see Rosalyne at all, but another more wondrous vision. A girl of such beauty and graceful appearance, it made my heart beast faster in my breast. Her dark hair and black eyes bewitched me and I was, and still am, enchanted with her.
This beauteous vision was called Juliet. Juliet, what a name, what colours ripple and spread from that name. I love her more than life itself, this fair jewel, this alluring girl. I cannot write adequate words to describe her.
Anyway, I promised to meet her later. I did not know how but I would manage it. On the way home, Benvolio and Mercutio were trying to dissuade my love by calling to my mind one name I wish to forget. Rosalyne, oh how my head was polluted by you and your so-called beauty. I care not for you. As we were walking past Capulet's orchard, I caught sight of Juliet on a balcony. I quickly (slipping away from my two friends) climbed up a wall and made my way to the balcony. I was unseen by Juliet and as I watched, I heard her talking to the night.
"Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Her words caught at my heart; she was calling for me!
"Deny thy father and refuse thy name
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I'll no longer be a Capulet."
Oh how I shall remember those words. I revealed myself to her and she was surprised to see me. I declared my love for her and she declared hers for me. I told her we must marry then slipped quietly away as her nurse was calling her in.
And now, sweet diary, I am a fountain of happiness, flowing bliss and ecstasy wherever I walk. Juliet is the light of my life. If anything was to happen to my love I am sure that I should die.
Goodnight.
Romeo Montague