
Dear Arën,
Penning these words is risky
Words you can never see
Words I must set free
Words I write for me.
I love you.
I don't know when it happened
When your heart, once blackened
When your harsh tone slackened
When your hard gaze softened.
But I love you.
I don't know when the fear faded
When was your betrayal negated?
When were my defenses persuaded?
When did I stop being so jaded?
I...
The answers escape me, whipped away by the storm
The storm that torments me, deprives me of warmth
The storm that exhilarates, beckoning reform
The storm that destroys me but leaves me reborn.
I...
You are the one for whom my soul sings
The one who gives my heart wings
The one toward whom my mind springs
The one to whom my body would cling.
You are the one I would hold so dear
Hold you close and listen to your fears
Hold my hand and let's disappear
Hold me till my cowardice clears.
Love...
I am the foolish child, dreaming once more
Dreaming of the boy who was born of war
Dreaming of the friendship that made my heart soar
Dreaming of the life I could not restore
A once blackened heart may be kind
A harsh tone may relent
A hard expression may grow soft
And thank only forgiveness, not love.
You...
You cannot love me, else all be lost
Love weakens resolve and will exhausts
Love does not relent nor care what cost
Love holds me in chains, the threshold crossed.
Would that you'd never followed me that day
Never listened to what I needed to say
Never troubled yourself to kindness convey
Never leave me alone, don't stay away.
I love you.
And Chord willing you'll never find out
You'll do your duty throughout
You'll watch me die in the end, no doubt
You'll earn the forgiveness of the devout.
And though you'll never see this letter
See that you no longer live a debtor
See that you live a life without fetter
See that you live well, and try to forget her.
May Fië ever guide your pike and mind.
Love,
Rana



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