A journey long, painting new hues,
A fleeting bond, a seed in fertile soil,
A small fortune, like morning dew,
Affection blooms, a wildflower free.

Running together, exploring the world,
Helping a soul, perfect yet fragile,
Weaving eternal ties with threads of time,
Yet the night wind may tear them apart.

My life is etched within your name,
Sweet words cloaked in secrets,
Feelings bloom like roses craving light,
Drowning the soul in untold joy.



Penned by my hand on the 14th of Daedalan, in the year 965 AF.