Falling in circles
Gasping for air
Outstretch fingers
Flow through her hair

A myriad of thoughts
Cloud up my head
Of how love is wrought
and raised from the dead

Heart twice broken
Love twice scorned
Is yet again awoken
Despite being warned

A touch, a kiss
An innocent smile
A moment of bliss
Well worth the while

Come closer, and lean near
The truth is not far away
I whisper softly in your ear
I'm here, for you, to stay.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Daedalan, in the year 599 AF.