I know that I am truely blest,
for though Maakhanst might be smooth,
A simple thought my mind does soothe,
Poem 914 is meant for me,
This the truth I know to be.

I know my friends shall always grin,
my title's error will their humor win,
But shall I walk with shame? No, not at all.
Shall I curse at love's name? No, not at all.
Though my rant shalls others perturb,
Tough, I care not if I do disturb
Poem 914 I know to be,
Lovingly meant for me.

And while I spend time as a poet,
I'll share my view, as I know it:
You know those poems that rhyme so well?
The ones that make your attention dwell?
Well, this last bit isn't one of them.
Poetry can soak it's head. This is how I'd rather finish:

Caera, I love you too.

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Lleian, in the year 128 MA.