Hearts of pain, hearts in shame, life do be quite so lame, love
impassioned, love is plain, love shall never be sought by me ever
a-gain. Long
beheld, my heart be felled, and passions laid to waste, i long have
sought, what
ought not be brought to my mind, it is the blame. Loves cessation, along
with
creation, eternity laid in haste, for i seek, what is so bleak, Oh how
my heart
lay so weak. Strength of none, it cannot be done, my loss be so great,
could it
be, love is not for me, is this my truest fate? Hearts of pain, hearts
be
flamed, life, when does it wane? I am so tired, yet my mind is wired,
how
a-gain, i long for the pain. It was so real, you cannot feel, the
passions I
knew of, it comes to me, can it be, love is not my bane? Hope you
bastard of a
thing, I damned thee twice, yet a-gain, how I thought you deserted me,
Where
were you, when I needed you, and my heart how it felt faint. Hope I
realize,
within my dim eyes, nothing is or will ever be the same, no matter how
hard,
quite like a bard, they sing it yet a-gain. Hope it be, the cause for
life it
seem, for a-gain it is not my time, No matter how long, this is not a
song, For
it won't be long until love, damned be love, it rides a-gain."

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Phaestian, in the year 401 AF.