He sat, in his tower, for days on end
struggling to find the words of his art.
She sat on the wall, watching the warriors guard and fight
wishing she might join them
He learns hundreds of languages, day by day
trying to find the language of love
She lingers, waiting, after all had gone in
unloved, unwanted by all
He struggles, growing impatient.
She despairs, losing hope.
Finally, in the lost hour
He finds it.
He writes the letter
In her last hour of an unwanted life
She finds the letter
And reads it
Secret daughter of my heart
I wished the best for you
I had thought a warrior's life
would be better for you
then the lonely life