This is just a little something i wrote for my love, Racor.

Your mind,
changes to mirror my own.
Your thoughts,
are like to mine,
Yet I know,
you don't seem right for me

Don't you understand?
I don't want your body,
I have no demands,
Respect is enough for me.

I know the pain,
of unrequited love,
But your love is requited;
I loved you since i met you.

But will you understand?
I want love, not lust.
And will you stop your demands?
Give me time; You must.

You know in your heart,
I love you.
Yet your mind gets in the way,
Telling you i don't.

Refusing marriage doesn't mean i don't love you,
All i want is time.
Time to watch, time to renew,
To renew my world and add a new vine.

But you refuse to let me have it;
constantly asking me when i can't answer.
I sometimes wonder if you love me even a bit;
Your disrespect is all i have to refer.

If you choose that path, then i won't stop you;
My mind will spring back fast as a hare.
But know that when you step down that path,
The whole area becomes bare.

If you choose that path, then know,
there's no space to talk your way back.

Because i won't negotiate.

Not with love.

Racor, this is our history. The last part is where our history is
headed. think carefully, if you don't want to head down that path, my
love. Because if you don't choose carefully, you may find your choice
made for you. And you can't undo that choice.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Chronos, in the year 388 AF.