truly? truly, you know not this weight, this affliction cast upon my weary heart. and, truly, if it were a fate by my own choosing, your cedar eyes would be near mine and not at the demise of parting; and the wistfulness of your kiss, the bliss that you bestow, would not be far away. truly, I have found peace in my despondency. for these sullen skies hold feeble cries but they do not tell not our fate; so onward we press, while you bid farewell and I give my heavy heart to no one.