Two sides of a coin
A sovereign gold
Just a glance
A story is told
One of honour and loyalty
The other, simply, destiny
A noble person, a charmed life
Taken in hand, becomes a wife
Renowned of heart and of grace
Shows the world a happy face
Yet 'neath the facade, 'neath the masque
Burns the lost soul of a tender lass
Longing for one, living for another
Loving them both, knowing they love her
Torn between two worlds, longing for both lives
She perfects her smile, behind her masque she hides

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Glacian, in the year 241 AF.