You had met Byron at your school. He was a big star among your school mates being a lord, a poet rising in popularity and being exceptionally handsome.

He attracted the attention of girls and boys alike. He preened like one of his pet peacocks with pride...

Yet with all the admirers he had...He grew close to you. You were there on a music scholarship...Far below his status...and another boy...Yet you two became close friends.

You walked together to class, he wrote you poems, you sang for him. You were young and it was a sweet boyhood friendship turned tender chaste romance. Soft, shy kisses, heads leaned on each other's shoulders, fingers locked together, holding each other in quiet embraces...

But his love for you overflowed when you gave him a present. You'd bought it in market for him...saved your money for months...A red cornelian ring...A heart shaped red cornelian stone in the center of a gold band. A beautiful and princely piece of jewelry...

He would adore it for the rest of his life.