You must forgive these trespasses, 
for as long as I have known you, I have not. 
And in stumbling in the dark, in ignorance I’ve hurt myself. 
But then being Numbed by the years of Madness is in itself not an excuse. 
Worse off, in these paltry attempts to savage the Flood: I have come to hurt you.

You are a beautiful creature.
And confusing. Whether it were the Fae who garnered you first 
( for clearly you’ve cast Glamour upon this wretched fool ) 
or some lonesome childe of Arikel
whence am I to be permitted to come close, 
and for the first time share your touch?

You have captured this dying heart
and given it to remember, a wondrous smile. 
My dreams filtered with the scent and strain of you; 
and the first word upon my lips when I wake: your name.

And so, I humbly petition this worthless cur:
your provident Grace, if you so will it - my forgiveness, 
for ashamed and incomplete 
without the benison of companionship you have granted, I am undone.
In faithful, devoted patience 
this thrice-damned wanderer, 
the most willing servant I remain,

Truly Yours,
der Sperre Francis