Written long ago for a soul she once held as sister and bosom friend. A soul who had disappointed, abandoned, and betrayed in the end. The poem was locked away and forgotten, along with the memories of warm affection and heartfelt devotion. After discovering the folded parchment at the bottom of a drawer, she found the strength to read the words again, and find beauty in what had once been inspired in her heart. For while the perfidy had left behind a gaping wound, the purity of her love for what she had believed in, was never itself tainted.
