Am I to forget my love?
Because he is not within these City walls?
Forlorn, Forsaken am I, Inconsolable in my grief.
My heart is hurt,
But not that which is my memory.
Strong and everlasting rock,
Against my turbulent waves of woe,
Oh me, regretful am I.
I fear that if I had been someone else,
Fate would not have dealt me this hand.
I know not how to proceed.
This restless apprehensiveness
That swells inside me
Spawns anxious hours of irremediable Despair.
Shall I waste in this unknowingness?
Of what to do
My small world is broken Without Him.
How quickly he came and,
How soon he left,
But what mark he did leave
Upon my soul.
Oh, I so not want the footprint,
But rather the foot.
And sooner the haste I may go,
To reconcile this rift that divided me,
From my Romeo.


Dedicated to all those who wish they had the courage to lay out the
thoughts in their minds sooner, and to all those that continue to dream
the impossible dream.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Severin, in the year 121 MA.