Oh foolish mortal, recant thy thoughts
for one such as He is forbidden to thou.
His radiant smile and sweet honeyed lips,
are withheld for another to avow.

I see thee sigh with absolute adoration,
as His gaze touches upon thou with trust.
Those blue depths draw thee further in,
and are keenly aware of thy lust.

How weak is thou soul to allow this love,
Sweet mortal, thy shall burn ever more.
For His kingdom is not thine own,
leave off of this madness, I implore.

This golden God of word and verse,
seeks Her company and not thine own.
His eyes are filled with Her beauty,
Would thou hope to dare to dethrone?

Nay my sweet mortal, turn away,
Return thy gaze amongst thy people.
Spare thy heart this certain despair,
Release thy affection and stand tranquil.


Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Ero, in the year 365 AF.