This poem I write for you my love,
You were given to me from the Gods above.
I cherished you as long as I could,
Not knowing the devil, for there he stood.
He stood there with eyes of jealousy and hate,
He brought with him my fiery fate.
The fate of losing you forever,
The fate of us not being together.
He put in me this rage of anger,
He put us in the utmost danger.
He turned me into a jealous soul,
And finally this jealousy took its toll.
Then here I think of how things use to be,
When I had you and you had me.
But forever me you shall have at your side,
This love I have, has still not died.
The love remains for you alone,
Thinking of you while I sit at home.
Maybe things will work out in the end,
But I promise you this we will always be friends.
Theres not much more that I can say,
To try to make things not feel this way.
But know this thought and consider it true,

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Aeguary, in the year 329 AF.