For the Cyrene Girls contest, I'd like to present this piece.

Sulis, you are slim and sultry as a siren,
You could have your pick of many men
Yet amongst all these bretheren
You would choose but one beneath the sun
While your limbs are faithful to that classic form
The attention of other men you do scorn
Yet the seductive call of the youth, forlorn
Would tempt a satyr to polish his horns
To wrest a smile from one so torn

Between now and your lover past
One must wonder how it came to pass
Did some churlish patron mistake your toga
For your wares, and laid your honour bare
Was that how he found you? Did he care?
Does it even matter now that he's not here?
Or did you have one of those terrible fights
Where each one instist they're right?
I suppose the reason doesn't matter
When the two of you aren't together

Lovely Sulis, a lesson we should all learn
From you, and your generous concern
While you and your love abide apart
You still care for him in your heart
Time does nothing to mar or diminish
The strength of your love for him
Even though the relationship's finished

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Glacian, in the year 388 AF.