Oh I love Rosaline...

Oh love this woman I do. But love me back she does not... She is like Diana, the goddess of chastity, the moon, and the hunt, who avoided Cupid's arrows. Why is she unmoved by my adoring looks, wealth and most of all, my declaration of love? She has vowed to remain chaste. She will die without children, and her beauty will not be passed on to future generations. But my dear Rosaline will reach heaven by being a chaste. This breaks my heart and keeps me in a cage of despair. But this only makes my appreciate my own love's beauty even more...