ever heard a tale about the damsel whom appeared to be a piece of your peace? the lady advanced towards the promised kingdom of yours in order to catch a glimpse of your hunky yet well-proportioned features. oh, the things that she did for love yet never once received such warmth in return. the damsel had loved all alone, unaccompanied by the reciprocate. forever in the absense of the word ‘loved’. precisely. none other than only a pitiful tale.