Breathless feeling, reason stealer,
Pulse of life, the Muses kiss,
Would it that I could not feel you,
Could not know that which I miss:

To bare ones soul without restriction,
Lay out ones mind for her to see,
Expose every errant weakness,
To give oneself to her fully.

As elusive as a dryad,
As strong as a crashing wave,
Only love can wound as deeply
As the bliss that it once gave.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Vita, in the year 543 AD.