To examine the pictures, and decide
If her beauty is sufficient to become my bride.
This one shows her nose to be a little too large,
And in this one her mouth seems a little too small.
And this one? Is it the lighting?
She doesn’t seem beautiful at all.
I keep going back to this one, which seems
To depict beauty as it sometimes looks in dreams.
This pile is: marriage. This pile is: I’m not interested at all.
Further analysis will blame the photographer,
Or her moods, and this one hints she really isn’t beautiful.
I must make up my mind.
Long nights with just my eye.
Long nights of deliberation.
This bad picture makes me sigh.
Is she beautiful? It excites me, it pains me, to guess!
Is she beautiful? I asked Rosalinda. And she said yes.