O, my beloved
You have always been there for me
In my lowest moments, you do not hesitate to bring me comfort
No pretense, no intentions
Only your gentle, loving embrace to calm me
Your sweet, stinky scent to remind me of the truth
Your kiss that puts fire in my throat and stokes that in my heart
I have taken you for granted
But ne'er again, I promise

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Sarapin, in the year 803 AF.