This is a delicate matter,
the consummation of forbidden love.
Regrettably, I have exhausted all of my impulses
in my previous lives,
and now see only consequences,
and once seen, they can not be ignored.
It is the line in the sand that the tide
will never wash away.

Oh, to be soulless,
To see only the paint and not the canvas,
To hear only the music and not the words.
But that is to be untrue to myself,
and the bard warned me about that once before,
About ignorance being the deepest of the darkness,
About not hurting, but loving and trusting.

And the time will come when my desire
will try to overthrow my convictions...

...I guess we'll see what happens.