Dearest Alkara,
Your absence wrings my soul.
And now I must forsake
My home for now to hold
Inopportune parole.
Perhaps I may console
Us both and soothe the ache.
Myself I shall take pains
To find you in the trees
Your em'rald eyes aflame.
Your stories and disdains
Your laughter and refrains
They set my heart at ease.
I cannot but query
If you are quite aware
Of the warmth and the joy
You bring this once weary
Home, happy in theory,
Once buried in despair.
The moment you alight
New life bursts in my chest
As though I am revived
And saved from deepest night.
I think I have no right
To find myself thus blessed.
I must accept my plight
But not without protest.
I fear, to my dislike,
We'll cross paths out of sight,
When all could be set right,
By putting off this quest.
But no, I shall endure,
And serve my duty well,
And pray I be assured,
Your presence and allure
Are in my home secure.
Yours, now and forever,
-Tharan
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