Be so that my heart is to be cut from my breast that i may love again, That I, will be able to take the arrow that flys for my beating heart. But to take this arrow, I must first see if she too, is striken by this same arrow, so that I may confess to god himself of my love and devotion to the woman of my dreams,

The lady of my sanity,

The fair maiden of my serenity,

My muse of my divinity and creativity.

I've come down my mountain of great solitude to pray that I may stay with you in your world even if it were just for a moment, for I will treasure it for the rest of my life time, but to banish me from your gates, is to pierce my heart with the smallest of daggers, and the largest of swords. But my imprint on her be it so strong it would take Satan's might and God's wrath to even leave a dent within it.

Ofcourse all of this means nought if Psyche's aim is not true, for my life is empty without here to bless me with your smile and grace my with your voice and laughter. Indeed I could keep calm but then I would feel ashamed to not speak my truths.

Then again I say that I will cry from the high towers and open cliffs:

"Love enchant me. Love beguile me. Love caress me for I know not what I could do with out you tender embrace."