Conveyence beyond me
Voice of the heart silenced
Mutual feelings yet unpublished
In a long-decaying alliance

Lips that have yearned
Warm tears dried too soon
Posterity now impossibility
Cold solice in a moon

O, my welcome visitor
That will never visit
My loving touch goes to you
But you will always miss it

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Midsummer, in the year 109 MA.