As I walked to the masque, feeling nothing but sorrow , my thoughts for Rosoline slipped away looking through the window seeing some of the prettiest  woman. The pain is an icicle freezing my soul

I feel the burning cold.

Dancing . I look around to see my lovely Roseoline: I have seen true beauty in a young woman that moves so elegantly and swiftly. Could this be true beauty?

Then she came towards me and started chatting to me. After she took my hand and kissed me

Could this be true beauty?

Is this love?…