Pierced is my heart by the one whom I loved and who lovest me.
Few things can merely express the intense agony that has been swirling violently in my heart.
How can one say, I love you more than the living breath in me, then flee to another lover and forget about her prince, her lover, best friend.

Strange is this to me. For even in a thousand years could I not overlook the love we have had together. It is something I cannot unlearn. Some call it love that is unconditional, but I say it is true love. Nothing you ever did would have made me love you less.

But this, Oh this is different. Part of this frail heart, literally, has been shaven off to the point where it becomes hard to breath, hard to think. To this amount I have been weakened, that I do not know If I can continue to long for you for hope in this life. For another glimpse of your face, your touch. Your smile.

Goodbye My Beloved.