You may wonder if the stars are fire,
You may wonder if the sun moves across the sky.
You may wonder if the truth is a liar,
But never wonder if I love.
Oh, Nolwenn, I’m bad at poetry. I can’t put my feelings into verse, but please believe I love you best, oh, best of all. Believe it.
Yours forever, my dearest one,
as long as I live—still chugging along,
Nym @ Com 3