.::a montague's note::.

       The nobles spun in whirls of color and the hiss of rich fabrics, all the while laughing and twisting their wrists with the gleaming bells, who, crying out over and over in the same shrill eager tone reminded one of a bird wheeling overhead proclaiming the freedom of his wings. I pressed myself against the chiseled marble pillar drawing the mask over my eyes; if my face were to be seen and recognized t’would surely be the death of me; I was in my foe’s hands now, yet it mattered not, for what truly mattered when your heart was set aflame in the blaze of passionate love?
        The music was smooth and rich, harmonizing the blushes of emotions and expressions close at hand glowing from the sconces set upon the halls, singing merry and warm. I was still concealed within the shadows, afeared of the tactless moment to spring, for if I were to reveal in the awkward time, the rest of the evening may not go as wished-for. But there! I saw her face, pale and fair as the moon, but as clear and light as the sun, now vanishing between the summer night clouds, dimming the comparison. I clasped my guise, and hid in the dark farther still; it would not do to have her see me now. I must master myself first, before I was to meet with her. The very thought of touching the saint made my heart throb in my breast, every drum a plea to see her once more. At length I entered the heat and light, that I might join the circle of dancers to be near her.
         An instant later, as she and I clasped hands in the holy palmer’s kiss, I found myself looking into the two most beautiful stars of heaven – her clear eyes, those eyes belonging to the loveliest lady I had ever beheld, and ever will –
         Julietta Capulet.