A letter to Rosaline Capulet from Romeo Montague, explaining why he does not love her anymore...

Fair Rosaline,
<Tab/>You were the morning sun that peeked into my balcony windows when dawn broke. The stars were your eyes, and the beautiful, long, thick tresses of the willow tree was your hair. Your hands and feet were delicate, like rose petals. Your skin was as smooth as the mirror surface of lake water on a windless night. Your cheeks were rosy, and your tinkling laugh floated through the air like music to my ears. Rosaline, you were my everything, my life, and my love; but alas, you did not love me as I did love you.
<Tab/>In the peaceful twilight, I wo…