His feelings and sentiments, flowed towards the being who had just left, who was in appearance angelic and in body virginal.
Then he uplifted his arms to heaven imploring:
"Ah, God, what did I do did my love forsake me?... Pardon, if I know not what I do... They say that love is blind-blind?-but I am not blinde by it I know what I do... But I only know that I love her ay, love her with all my life. I can not be happy without her. Never!... If I can only make her happy, as she can make me, then I will do everything in my power to merit her love and affection with the approval of her heart and soul... Rosa, dawn of the morning, queen of the beauties of the fields, from whose heart the flowers derive their perfumed scent and from whose sublime soul the birds tune their sweet vernal notes that seem to give enchantment to Apollo's lyre, Oh Rosa, would that I could make you happy, would that you know and understand what affection,. what burning passion, I have for you and for you alone! It is in you where I find consolation even in thought only and in imagination alone. You are my love, the dearest of the dear, and the sweetest of the sweet, ah my love, my life, my all-the loveliest of the lovely. Poor youth, there he was, in the bosom of Nature, soliloquizing-mad with passion, and lost in meditation.
O what a sweet reverie he had! He painted with rosy colors the future of his life
