I am not a very good poet but here goes for Orina.

The sun that sets spreadings its joy to the world cannot compare to the joy you bring the battered heart of an old warrior,
My sould grows warm with the inner light you bring with the flash of a smile or a brush of your lips,
Time apart from you never ends, the tourment from the bowels of hell,
Your life and love are all that matter to a man with a swollen heart,

For years this man wandered the world with no purpose that man or woman could gleam,
The love of the pure came finally to his heart, the love of the druidess Orina,
Gor an eternity he will grow basking in light, the light of a loved one,
info here only he could show how much her love has done,

Nights alone away from you as you fullfil the tasks set you by your goddess how can he compete for your love,
With patience and fortitude and a love that burns like a bonfire being rekindled with each smile,
This Ranger of love will aid her life for as long as he can crossing deserts and streams,
All just to show her the undieing love he has for his Druidess Orina,

With the new presures of her station, the Guildtittle he contends,
To wait out till time she will have,
To lend a shoulder or ear to any problem she may have,
And aid her to shoulder some of her burden all for love,

With the sword this Ranger is mightier than he ever will be with a pen,
But one message he is trying to convey to the world,
For Orina he loves he lives for and lives by,
For Orina is all that is in his heart.

with all his heart - Molotov~

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Valnuary, in the year 256 AF.