When I held you for the first time
My heart leapt in my chest.
Exciting, new
And quite a view;
I was a Satyr blessed.

I kissed you once and twice again;
Your lips a dew-drenched flower
I buzzed around.
This joy I'd found
Gave my Muse delightful power.

I touched you for the third time,
And life took on the hue
Of passionate love
Like a soaring dove
My soul climbed high and flew.

I loved you for the last time...

The words are hard to say.
Goodbye, my dear.
Through grateful tears
I send you on your way.

I love you still and always.
Find joy! I do implore.
From first to last,
Our present is past.
Your Satyr, Evermore.



Penned by my hand on the 8th of Sarapin, in the year 398 AF.