I met the perfect one.
She was beautiful and wonderful.
I fell in love with her.

Yet she was in love with many others,
And they in turned to her.
I thought I had her,
I thought I had won.

After my bold with her grew strong,
She told me, "I'm in love with someone else."
I cried out to the heavens,
I have been killed...

An arrow was shot through me,
It was the end of me.
My heart grew heavy,
My soul now empty.

She had my heart,
Now she gave it back.
Why?
No.

My heart is beginning to grow silent.
I cannot see the joyous world I once knew.
She took it away from me,
I now grow silent with hurt.

I am no more...
No longer am I a scholar...
No longer is she mine...
No longer is love within me...

No longer...

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Valnuary, in the year 271 AF.