This is the tale of the three sisters.
It brings happiness and wonder with even the slightest whispers.
Himollghy was the youngest, her youthful spirit free.
At all times one felt her childlike bliss and glee.
Emseeach was next, and though they all shared beauty’s grace,
She had a divine structure and a God-carved face.
Camolloghhstlotoe was the eldest, and the fairest of all.
It is before this woman that vile hatred and sorrow fall.
The sisters are of one, but yet are three.
This is a fact that only the wisest minds see.
Youthfulness, Beauty, and Kindness together in an anatomical bind.
Together they form the woman whom no man can truly define.
This is the woman for whom Timothy’s true love is reserved.
Though his love is great, it is less than what she has deserved.
Until the time is right, she shall not know,
Of the untouched love for her that he so secretly shows.
Blessed be the sisters whose name comes from one,
Timothy hopes and prays that for him, her love may be won.