You speak such words, they catch my ear
But tis my heart, I must fear
So many loves have hurt me so
And I have often felt quite low

Your letters reach me and I must say
My curiousity grows each day
My mind wanders to these thoughts
But my heart still aches for all it has lost

I love to love, I love to share
But to go too deeply, I stand unaware
Can my heart handle another try?
I may never know, which brings a tear to my eye

If only...

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Khepary, in the year 183 MA.