Some scribbles are really short, barely a para, sometimes its just a line. However long they may be, they truly effuse from the bottom of my heart. Here's another of my scribbled emotions, the first of my Pensive Memoirs:

Even at the doorsteps of death,

I shall wait for you with abated breaths.

Hoping against hope that you would cometh,

Bidding me thy farewell of not love but hate instead.