Would it be possible to talk to her
To simply meet her
Would it be possible to talk to her?
Without upsetting her

In her room she worshipped
Long before the Mhaldorian Psyche
Falls in love with gardens
She was secluding herself from the world

I will pretend to be dumb
And I will marry her
We will live near a stream,
But not in the woods

So please let her keep all
Her secrets, her intimacy
She's protecting herself
She's too tired of your stupidity

Give her those flowers for me
For the dweller of a monastery
Some flowers only for her
And her unleashed Evil writings

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Daedalan, in the year 676 AF.