[While cleaning up the Chinese leftovers at their second date, Balthier slips a poem in David's bag of food that he had written earlier that day in response to David's letter. It's written in sprawling cursive script -- he's good at calligraphy, but this probably took a few tries. ]
O moon you say my candlelight is Precious for it is mine alone And yet the tides themselves move At the command of your throne
O moon you say your light is Only a reflection of the sun And yet the way you cast it
 Nothing else could have done
O moon you sit above me The image of a dream And yet when I awaken You are still a-gleam
O moon your faces change With the necessity of time And yet the man behind them Is singularly sublime
O moon I sit a-flicker Awaiting your return It is your sweet affections For which I now burn
Letter 2 - After their date on Feb 12
O moon you say my candlelight is
Precious for it is mine alone
And yet the tides themselves move
At the command of your throne
O moon you say your light is
Only a reflection of the sun
And yet the way you cast it

Nothing else could have done
O moon you sit above me
The image of a dream
And yet when I awaken
You are still a-gleam
O moon your faces change
With the necessity of time
And yet the man behind them
Is singularly sublime
O moon I sit a-flicker
Awaiting your return
It is your sweet affections
For which I now burn