My only love, more hers, than mine,
Don't take me in your arms that way,
When your voice will kill me, every time
Hark- "Woman, I cannot stay."

"I cannot stay." He speaks me slow,
"Woman, I cannot love you yet,
Through the arc of conversation, know
That my troubles, I'll forget."

So speak to me or take my hand,
And learn through the conversation,
The language that the soft hearts can,
Beneath the bruised horizon.

My only love, more hers, than mine,
I couldn't love you any more
If I loved you more than my own eyes,
Though they're weary wet, and sore.

With Love,
Skyla


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Lleian, in the year 127 MA.