Fine!
Whatever!
With such miniature deeds, do we play our part,
And thus these troubled waters so often foundered, chart.
Such unfriendly machinations only the Feminine could,
My loving gestures, to them, in Fiendishness hood!

Thus is Love (and Man) bedecked, with amusement, and insanity.

Leave...
Begone...
Like a jab to the heart, and again, so deeply unfeeling,
I... ...What can I say? But allow you that Feeling,
That you'd won. I'd let you be this once...
As long as you remember I am no slave, nor manservant, nor dunce.

As I stride jaw-clenched out the door, Anger stabs at my inner core.

Laughter,
Gritty tears,
No worse affliction could You create,
And thine the fairer sex? Huh, I'd debate!
More the so, that I would never reveal,
The burning wax of thy Sirenic Seal.
Fitful,
Waking leers,
To turn the tables, just so you would meet me on the Edge,
And once more (not for the last time...), renew my Heart's pledge.

Praise the Gods for Love,
... but you didn't hear that from me.

Merely an untalented Bards chord, again,

Templar of the Bards, Delgarth

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Miraman, in the year 381 AF.