All the months spent at the lake
Casting in without relent
No better way to have time spent
Trading stories, sideways glances
about our worries and romances

And along the Pachacacha River
Without a care or even wish
Living only for to fish
Buying more bait when fish were sold
The time was worth more than the gold

And when we went out on your ship
Going to fish the deeper sea
The night you stole that kiss from me
Confessions traded, but abstained
Swallowed sorrow, silent pain

Of course, I remember.
How could I forget-
My greatest regret?

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Ero, in the year 803 AF.