Private Message to Linus Moon

Final draft:

My fault did grieve thee. Truly I did wrong

Ever to give thee cause to doubt my heart.

Apology shall be my humble song --

Can'st thou forgive? Can'st mend what's torn apart?

Unfold to me thy petals of sweet grace,

Look on your humble swain and bid him live,

Pray grant to him the blessing of thy face

And thy sweet lips saying thou wilt forgive!



Note to self: Remember to release stasis charm on bouquet before boarding train, so that fragrance can waft forth.