That I did not find love is a bold-faced lie,
It reached my heart many a time.
But the truth is told when bodies cold are all that remain as mine.

Love was the beautiful splendor
It filled my soul with life.
But now all are dead as my heart fills with dread, my family, my lovers,
my wife.

It is not jealousy that drives me.
Indeed, I will save you from pain.
If love can be cast we may heal from out past, and send that foul
thought down the drain.

Free yourself from the simple mind.
You too will know this in time.
The truth will be told when bodies cold are all that remain as thine.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Ios, in the year 127 MA.