"In fondest memory, you flash before my mind
The ease to my sorrows, the brisk ping of happiness
For I am but a humble servant to my emotions when you are present.
And, for this, I love thee
Yet, for this, you are wounded.

Will the never ending battle that is love ever cease
and finally deliver the peace you so crave?
I pray so, but as one in love
prefer the chaos to the empty;
for the peace is but a beautiful dream that only bleeds into reality on occasions."