Love ebb and wains through the seasons
as shadows lengthen and shorten during a day

one can give a heart fully
of inumerable sums
heaping unconditionally by tons
emotions in bouquet

whether young, wild and wooly
or the polished adult it becomes
we know not the reasons
as they bend, break, and sway

standing in a clearing one will bask
a hermit, alone and gruff
watching many rising and lowering suns
just as following movements of prey

in the end, one can always ask
was it ever enough

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 646 AF.