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