I don't know what's wrong
And I don't know how to correct it
There are so many things I could have done
But I can't seem to connect it
My joyous heart is gone, it chased her wry smile
The numbing ache has been here, for such a long while
Words flow into poems, poems into art
Only that beautiful smile can fix this broken heart

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Niuran, in the year 132 MA.