He makes my skin warm and cheeks blush.
He is my friend and my crush.

There is no imposition only acceptance.
On a whim, we took a chance

Time has shown us the feelings that brim.
He loves me for me and I for him.

It isn't about petty thoughts or remorse
it's about letting go and not using force.

It isn't yours if you have to capture it.
It will fly back if meant to be, mother wit.

My world wakes in his eyes.
I fall asleep in his sighs.

He has warmed this cold heart,
Showing anything can be a good start.

What a great person, a lovely friend,
He is a charm to my heart I wish to append.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Scarlatan, in the year 583 AF.