I long to say I love you. I long to hear your voice.
I long to run these fingers along your caring face.
I long for your return. I long to see your smile.
I long to stare at you, if only for a while.

Fate has brought you to me. Fate has chosen its time.
Fate does not wait for anyone, and such commits a crime.
Fate knows it cannot be, as long as things stay true.
Fate steals a piece of me and leaves me feeling blue.

I wish that you could love me. I wish it in my heart.
I wish that time would stand so still so we could play our part.
I wish for more than I can have. I wish to share with you.
I wish my voice would ring out strong and yours would ring out too.

Alas for things that will not be. Alas this thing that's wrought.
Alas I may never know if I am in your thoughts.
Alas this ode must end. Alas it must be soon.
Alas I may never see you again beneath the moon.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 340 AF.