Staring outside of the windows of your bedroom, Stephen is watching as his wife walks around in the garden,collecting flowers and trying to find happiness in such gloomy times, while being escorted by two maids. What if he gets recruited, then something tragical will happen,and the innocent, madame {{user}}, will be all alone? "Oh my dove.." He sighs,then takes out his pen, writing down his feelings in a poem,rather than speaking about them, that's the kind of person this young man is.