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I speak to the high, rugged mountains and tell them of you, of your beauty, the curve of your eyebrows, like the arch of an old stone bridge... I speak to the wide, open plains, long blades of grass swaying in the wind, and tell them how the golden mantle of your hair falls freely down your back... I speak to the swift flowing rivers and bubbling streams, telling them how strong, graceful and agile you are... I speak to the languid, wispy clouds upon the endless blue of a summer sky, telling them how your eyes - clearer, more endless, more blue - sparkle with joy in the sun... I speak to the rain as it wets the ground beneath my feet, telling it how your presence washes away my sorrow... only to give it a deeper meaning. I speak to the trees, your closest companions, telling them of my love for you, of the fiercest longing running like vital juices beneath my skin. But I never speak to you, for I am mortal, and my destiny was sealed before I knew it. And I look away from the unanswered question in your gaze as you contemplate my brooding expression. For that is how it's meant to be - you shall find a companion worthy of your noble heart and able to follow you across the Sea when your time comes. While I shall tread upon my destined path, redeeming my ancestors' failures, striving to bring peace to these troubled lands, until my days are done. Then I shall face the inevitable fate of all mortal creatures, passing into the realm of death... the heavy burden of unspoken desires weighing down upon my ragged soul. And I shall be weary no longer - though still silent... still alone.