You were but a whisper of the wind
In the land that I walked
I never knew you were there
Until we talked
I never knew the skies
That would lead me to peace
Yet now, how time does fly
The joys yet to cease

You but were a whisper of the wind
That I had not yet met
Times that I had felt panic
Upon the perilous paths I had tred
Yet now since having met you
I feel the strength flowing within
I have a new found resolve to endure
And thanks to you it shall be with me until the end

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Sarapin, in the year 699 AF.