A wonderful, perfect, strong man is what you said in describing me.
I told you then that you were blinded, the truth you could not see.
You would not hear a word of it, so strong were the beliefs of you.
I let you inside, so deep inside that I believed what you said was true.
Now the time when you demand action finally appears.
All my confidence and false strength give way to all my fears.
I beg of you to listen, if the truth you do seek.
I am a man, imperfect, infinitely weak.
I cannot be the pillar of strength that you so need me to be.
When I imagine you putting so much trust and dependence upon me,
My entire spirit is crushed from the weight of the responsibility.
I feel all my of my cowardly courage flee.
Save yourself the heartache, while you still can.
Don't give your heart to this pathetic man.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Lupar, in the year 290 AF.