Serenely, glancing upon the views of every Man & Woman...
My heart set upon one...Yet man's lust set upon many...
Love stricken...Or Lust craven?
Over me, Over You, Over No One?
If love is to come my way...Then I am to whisk it away...

Like dust in the skies fades the love of many...
But the love of few is such as the everlasting Hand of Creation...Forever Yours.


Penned by my hand on the 7th of Daedalan, in the year 275 AF.