In the deepest of shadows, I search for you
As Night beckons me to sweet repose
In dreamland's mists, I will walk with you
For the waking world leaves me cold
Without your kiss to warm my lips
Without your smile to ease my sighs
And so to Sleep, I surrender
Only to dream of you, 'til I wake
To your gentlest touch,
To the soft, smooth sound of your voice
Calling, whispering my name
Only then.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lupar, in the year 602 AF.