My Dearest Love, I tremble at thy touch,
and tho my heart would bid me stay, I must leave thee ...
Release me from thy love's spell...for just a little while, that I
might do battle with but one thought of a speedy victory...
Hopefully, I shall return quickly to thee...But, if the gods do not
smile on me, and I fall in battle... my last thought shall be of
thee....I love thee, with all mine heart...
My Dearest Love...If need be, I would die, for thee.
I shall pray, to the gods, that thy return quickly to my side...
For, if my love can insure thy safe return...surely, thy shall
return, safely, to me...
Go, now, my
love, before my heart takes me off guard, and begs thee to stay.
Jan Tetstone / Heartsong