Cyrano is secretly in love with her cousin, Roxane, but she has not
I’m resolved that Fate has cursed me to love the fairest of the world. She is the most brilliant, most refined... yet danger mortalized. She’s unsuspicious, full of charms unconscious. Like a sweet perfumed rose, a snare of nature, within whose petals Cupid lurks in ambush! Diane herself cannot be more graceful, nor walk more lightly, than she. This “she,” this Love incarnate, to know warmth not from her embrace, but from the possibility of it.
(DONNA is flushing.)
Warmth felt through mere proximity. It is ambitious, but trying; tasteful to the world, treasonous to the self; burning, yet the purpose of yearning.
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