The world in which I live is nothing but a veneer. Nothing I have learned, neither as schoolboy nor through the teachings of the world, can be truth. I only know that I did not love until tonight. There is no love on earth that can compare to my love for Juliet.
She stood as though a rose amongst the petty thorns of her kin at the gathering this eve. Her face is a startling jewel, brighter than any diamond. Her locks are a russet cascade in constant flow down her perfect spine. She herself, on my word, hath been crafted by the hand of some god who must certainly take more pride in this creation that any other that can exist. I spoke in the past of the sun being her equal, but no star in the heavens can dream to burn as brightly as Juliet. I was nearly certain my ears had deceived me when I spoke to her at the festivity, but she then allowed my lips to brush her own! She is a winged messenger of heaven, an angel in the night! He hand was sacred ground, and yet she allowed my own hand to lie upon it. I could not leave, even after the joyful songs of merrymaking had ceased. I hid from Benvolio and Mercutio (both of whom a accompanied me to the feast) and found myself at the balcony base of the fair Juliet. The angel spoke to me again. Oh, how her voice cleansed me of my sins! What my own poor mortal soul cannot comprehend is how the angel spoke of an undying love for me. This blessed mistress hath fallen for me, as I hath for her. It was she who will be sending me a messenger, by the hour of nine, tomorrow morn. I shall proclaim my love once more, and we must then make arrangements for marriage. I shall go to the cell of Friar Lawrence when Phoebus's chariot mounts yonder hill. I pray he shall be in the same mind for our marriage. It must be secretive. It will take preparation.
No one can know that I have fallen in love with a Capulet.
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