Eiragerd remembered the day. She could not have forgotten it if she cared to. Yet, she was surprised to find it did not stab her as she dreaded it would for weeks.
It was like any other memory and any other pain now. Looking back, she could not help but admire the growth it had brought about in her. Inspiration hit, and she could not help but write her heart on paper.
"This will not be one for the crowds, I believe," she muttered to herself as she put ink to parchment.
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What shall I say to a prodigal lover-
The one whom I hold in my heart like no other?
No point in rehashing the previous sins
As it would only serve to cause pain within.
Would the words “I forgive you”
Cross over and through all these hills?
Would they bring relief and healing
And cause remorse, over cheeks, to spill?
Would those words simply serve
To cause the burning of anger?
Though I mean them genuinely
My forgiveness, he may not hanker.
For those who may worry
That I am in great suffering,
For me, do not be sorry-
My life is now quite bustling.
In fact, I truly ought to be
Giving much thanks to this lover.
For, great growth, he caused in me-
In a way that could no other.
Now I stand before all people
A far stronger and wiser woman.
Though the pain was unspeakable,
Nothing else, this beauty, could summon.
I make no brag in who I am
Though I like myself now much better.
I have found that I need no man
And for love, I am no mere beggar.
Yet sometimes my heart does lay
And reminisce over the times of before.
And I recall those times, such as today,
While my tears, I cannot ignore.
However, my tears are mostly for
The lover being less than he is
And becoming the things he abhors.
Save for that, I am much in bliss.
My prayers have never strayed
From hoping only the best for this lad.
Though my heart he had betrayed
There is still love in it to be had.
I still see in him now
The same beauty which I saw before.
If he would turn back somehow
And stop drifting so far from his shore.
For his love I no longer wait
Though my own love hopes all things.
If he’d use his key on our gate
He would have honour beyond kings.
But my life continues on still
And I will not pause and look back.
If he is meant to be restored, he will.
And we shall embrace, not attack.
I go to follow lights on the horizon
And to dance about in Fate’s whim.
Heavens, please call back Thy Son
As I shall never lose my faith in him.
Others may well earn my love now
But I shall never begin to forget
This lad who caught my heart somehow
And who sang the bittersweet duet.
