There are those sorts of people,
Who can cause ever burning pain.
Who can bring the beaming sunshine,
But also cold and freezing rain.
There are those sorts of people,
That can cause very souls to break.
To whom anything'd be said.
If only they would not forsake.
There are those sorts of people,
Who can bring the clouds and clear them.
Who bring smiles with their own
And with frowns, the need to cheer them.
There are those sorts of people,
To whom sorry's not enough..
And yet there is the need to say it
Through the good times and the rough.
There are those sorts of people,
That with nothing they could do
Could ever cause the love to die
In any part of you.

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Letum, in the year 534 AD.