The Mind Of A Lover

by DrizztDo'UrdenNeverDies

When Wirt wakes up one morning and realizes how much he misses Beatrice, he writes some of his famous poetry and "sends" it to her. Rated K because there is almost nothing in here that could possibly be inappropriate.

I read the note for the last time, cringing at my unsubtle words.

There's a strangely comforting feeling

it's buried itself within me

I haven't got a chance to feel

normal or anything else

It's chased off my pains of life

and I can't think of anything

(but you)

don't even try to find me

I'll be crying in the wood

but promise me

(pinky promise)

that you'll never leave me behind

or make me left out

when you're running from the monsters

and fighting the rains.

I hold the letter once more in my hands, perhaps for the last time, and sigh. It's now or never, I think, tying the small, folded piece of paper to the slightly larger raft Greg made out of sticks for me. He was the one who suggested this in the first place, and it seems like a better idea than finding Beatrice and giving it to her.