A maiden has been informed of events that truly, crushed her. She will not utter what she has heard, but maiden now knows. She no longer sings in the hope for Lords song. For Lord has plentiful affections to feast upon. One maiden stood alone, and intended to continue, but as fate has written and her past had recited, her gulable soul was pulled in, heart, soul and body. But again, she has been played the fool. Humurous, to think she actually contemplated being loved by another. But its ok, squander your words of poetry i believed once to be for me. Your attention, thought to be an emotional affair, was never what it was to you, what it was at a time to me. You do not love me. For if you do, you do not treasure that word as i once did.
Those words, i wrote to you, were a maidens testament to something she treasured and held close to her heart, in the hopes, if not you, but another could show her love. But as once said to her by her very first love - no one will love you. Thank you, for curing me of my ridiculous fantasy with one day meaning anything to anyone.
May you be happy with the life you have chosen - without a foolish maiden.
