Quoted By:
Patchouli to Marisa:
For all the days you left me or were late,
For all the times you shattered my vain hopes
I do not hold an ounce of bitter hate
Nor dare I climb to new heights with loose ropes
Although to your sweet words my will I bend
You scatter to the silent wind my verse,
And when each day to you I timely tend
My hours and works you promptly will disperse
Say, 'tis still not enough that I offer
My hapless life and my death to your shrine?
You say “I did not ask you to suffer”
But to me, the fates a sad lot assign
And yet, among the witches you're the best
Because your patience never fails the test
