Rosaline

Hark! my friends for the woman I love does not love me as well. Rosaline has such a beautiful face.. Oh her face.. And her hair, oh if I could but run my hands through her hair I think I might die. I have tried with all my might to steal her attraction but, being the fine, stubborn, lady that she is, has rejected me at every turn and I cannot turn her away from her chaste ways. Oh, dear, dear Rosaline... I shan't love anyone as I've loved her in all of my life. She will forever be the pain in my soul, for it is my heart that she hath stole. Ah, if only I could have-- My apologies, I must end this blog here. I do believe that I hear fighting in the town square. Farewell blog, and all my followers that may lie within.

My beautiful, sweet Rosaline