Three words—
One line.
Temperance's quest
I had never imagined
How hard it'd be...
To ask—Will you be mine?

Excited yet scared
I put this note in my favourite book.
Imagining and laughing.
In my hallucinations - I watch your gaze.

The one with both answers—
Unimaginable anger
Yet that smiling hook.

Contemplating my fears, and my blessings
With shivering hands;
I finished those lines —four
I don't know about this lover boy's fate.
But to you and only you
He has lost his soul.