Everything about you calls to me
Like a master to its slave

Denying I can't hear it
Nothing but lies

Denying I won't ever reply
Another speck of untruth

As every moment you're here
I want to be there aside of you

I cannot hide this anymore
The mask is falling loose

With everyday that passes
With each word we share

It all becomes so clear
That this distance I cannot bear

Though piece by piece
The story unfolds

And soon the truth be told
Set free as it should

I don't want to ignore
Nor forget or regret

But have it become
What it feels right to be


Penned by my hand on the 19th of Aequitas, in the year 491 AD.