Him:

I long to lay eyes upon you

But I must pursue

This creature will be the victor

I fear that if I forsake the chander

What will occur shall be sinister

I promise you I shall come home

As soon as I end this forever roam

I shall return to see our child

This hunt is running wild

Your eyes are what keeps me alive

I can nothing do but strive

I remember your smile

T'will push the weakest through any trial

I am not strong

But I cannot allow our family to be victim to this wrong

I shall come home

My love


Her Response:

When shall you return?

I can no longer discern

You say you are not weak

But never have I seen someone with such seek

Do not allow the creatures trail

To allow our love er fail

I miss the kindness in your eyes

I would choose to see them o'er the choicest dyes

Our son needs a Father

He only knows a saunter

Soon he will be a man

He needs an anchor in the sand

I need you

I know not how to continue

Your leadership did give comfort

I am yet unstable

Your embrace is what I miss

I still remember our final kiss

My dear husband

Use your blade for thy return

To our dearest Angle-Land