To you, for whom my heart sings,
I feel as though my thoughts are clouded. While the shadows move, bold as you can imagine, I remain relatively stagnant. I am faltering; I wonder how much longer I might continue on in this way. I thought I had overcome this deep sickness in my heart long ago... here, there is a yearning that I cannot escape. In the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, I hear your laugh, and I could swear I've seen the glint of sunlight on your armour in the corner of my eye.
