I can't recall how long ago this story did begin,
Nor do I know where it will go, or when the tale will end.
I do remember there was a girl, who met up with another,
It started somehow, that day, due to a meddling brother.

At this time, his name escapes me, his purpose, I've forgotten,
Seems to me though, these days, that brother is downtrodden.
In any case, I must digress, the point aside from this,
A tale of love, begun at sight, without a single kiss.

My words may hide my true intent, whether poetry or prose,
Like harsh thorns that appear on the exterior of a rose.
I know you may not understand, as is often times the case,
But I can't help but like that puzzled look upon your face.

It was inside the warmest pool, that we did chance to meet,
The water bubbling naturally, from some mysterious heat.
And there, the ether spoke to me, and took me by the hand,
It spake to me, "Pursue this girl, the finest in the land!"

And so, I then did heed the call of this great unseen power,
And found myself fully in love with the world's most precious flower.
I prayed and smiled and thanked the Gods for what I had then found,
Warmth, joy, and happiness, from my soul did then abound.

Perhaps I could stay, just linger here, and let the tale go on,
But with every tale, must come an end, just as will this one.
As time passes by, things shift and change, altering my life,
But some things stand firm, resolute, like my life for my wife.

I know that I act strange sometimes, taking on strange tasks,
But the truth is that I'm scared of who I am behind the masks.
I'm not a scary person, though I am a little rude,
But usually I pretend to have a different attitude.

Sometimes I may act silly, or maybe even cruel,
But that's not really me there, the masochist or the fool.
"What's the point you're getting at?" I know that you will ask,
The answer love, is "So I can hide the tears behind the mask."


Lua Runae

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Variach, in the year 154 MA.