Someone wrote a lovey-dovey poem (six-eight-two-nine).
He said it was just one of his talents when asked if he was in love.
I asked, curious: poetry or falling in love?
Of course, he laughed while mentioning - both.
Right then, my masterpiece joke: I was in love with a girl.
After writing some poems, we ended up on opposite pages.

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Phaestian, in the year 998 AF.