O, my love was a lady, a lady of worthy renown
And her face it was handsome on posters throughout all the town.
Why I was her chosen I've not yet considered; you see
I'm still counting the blessings and blessings she's given to me.

She gave me a kiss like the flame of salt-softened white sand
She gave me the warmth of her smile, the warmth of her hand.
I gave her the baubles all pretty girls ought to possess
Rings, bracelets of silver, silk scarves and a purple silk dress.

But love is a quick thing, a quick thing and easily lost
Like a ship in a storm, bright and beautiful, carelessly tossed.
Past us time poured in gold, inexorable flow
Too soon I was broke; then she sighing said she would go.

We parted in sunlight, unbitter, though wetted with brine
One last time our hands linked, one last touch of her lips to mine.
Her ship it set sail, and her flags were as black as her eyes
O my lady was handsome, my lady was clever and wise.

Penned by my hand on the 24th of Chronos, in the year 429 AF.