Formed from unknown by the mind
From deep beginnings long forgotten
The fiery passion of the wise
Have shaped the form of love untrodden

Within it shines the seed of heaven
But it is bound to the earth
A multiversal concept binding
The call of God and home's warm hearth

It does not rest, like us, in time
It moves, it shapes, it grows unhindered
The soft warm breath against my cheek
Vibration of two hearts that lingered...

And yet the knife of love is dual
For hatred lurks where passion rules
For to be true, there comes a moment
Where purest feeling must be cruel

Our voices rise and fall in darkness
On passion's ebbing, growing wings
The pulse of gentle rest and motion
The curving cycles bound in rings



What lay the base of this bright fire
What formed the shadows of this haze?
For it was not a strange forebearance
But eyes to which my soul was raised

Your touch is strong, my touch is gentle
You are my half, as I am yours
A man and woman bound in shadows
By light, by life, by all for which love soars.


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Daedalan, in the year 302 AF.