Tell me, Fair Healer,
What ails your heart?
Has your love now gone missing?
Have you drifted apart?
Look not to your sorrows
But fair days instead.
True love will return home
In the brief days ahead.

What causes your sorrow,
Your sad, silent frown?
The light's gone from your eyes now
Your spirits seem down
Love's softness has left you
Life's hard edge remains
Your Soul's Mate's return
Will be as Fate ordains.

When lovers are parted,
Two pay the cost
For a time passion's fire
Becomes time that is lost,
But hearts truly joined
Life never shall part,
No hardship supplanting
What lies deep in their hearts

So now, my Dear Healer,
Make your heart of good cheer
For with dawn's next rising,
Your love will draw near
Know that he thinks of you often,
His thoughts on you dwell,
And he longs to stand with you
'Neath Wedding Bells.

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The Voice of Tyvaar