To the lovely Jandelaine,

Your visits, although frequent, are never long enough for me to express my feelings for you. I only hope to channel a modicum of your nobility within this poem.

An icon of beauty
Splendor flowers in his wake
To fill the hearts of those
Lacking in aesthetic taste

Upon a battlefield rife with despair
Reside unenlightened masses
Unable to manage their hair

There comes a benevolent muse
Bearing scissors of gold
A scion of elegance
He traipses into the fold

Rosy locks, atop an angelic face
Embroidered with lavender lace
Heretics of fashion beware
Jandelaine comes, posing with flair

For a pittance of 2,000 gil
A saint will enact the Gods' will
Just as he gifted unto me
Eternal beauty (for a small fee)

Revolting appearance now a distant memory
I feel anew, fashion no longer my enemy

I can't believe beauty is only scalp deep
What is Jandelaine's secret
What makes him so unique
Why do thoughts of him hinder my sleep

But now I understand why I yearn for him so
Why I lament to see him go
For I am only a beauty reborn
When Jandelaine walks through my door

Yours truly,

Izunen Kaiba, a loyal customer and completely platonic friend

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Character: Izunen Kaiba
World: Coeurl
Ahriman Choker