"In fondest memory, you flash before my mind The ease to my sorrows, the brisk ping of happiness For I am but a humble servant to my emotions when you are present. And, for this, I love thee Yet, for this, you are wounded. Will the never ending battle that is love ever cease and finally deliver the peace you so crave? I pray so, but as one in love prefer the chaos to the empty; for the peace is but a beautiful dream that only bleeds into reality on occasions."