An arm for a shattered arm,
An eye for a gouged eye,
Those who have lost these immortal gifts,
May sometimes ponder why.

Is love considered a gift to man..?
It does hunt, hinder, and haunt you.
The answer we may never know,
Shrouded in a deep, concealing hue.

Something is for certain,
Losing one does hurt.
It hurts and hurts and hurts,
And then it hurts and hurts some more.

Worse is the feeling,
That one has been betrayed.
Bought, toyed, and left behind,
Emotions, heart, waylaid.


Penned by my hand on the 12th of Ero, in the year 317 AF.