Heart beats with
Ardour which
Sinks
When love leaves
This is what love
Does to young hearts
Tears them
Only to mend them
Again
The mythical shining
Knight
Can be tarnished
His visor cracks
His blazon tears
Until the shininess
Dulls
The sheen of new love
Always crusts over

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lanosian, in the year 97 MA.