What is it about you fair maiden,
That makes your cheeks charmingly red?
That makes your lips the sweetest of wines?
Is it the dark knowledge that you could be anyone,
But in this place, thou art mine?
What is it about you dear lad,
That makes your laugh enter my heart?
That makes your smile gladden my day?
Is it the sad knowledge that our love is impossible,
That makes me reach out to you more?
What is this place that I've entered?
Is it my own little Heaven on Earth?
Is it where I am to meet my soul's beloved?
Or is it another fever-dream,
Waiting for a stray thought to pop it?

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Sarapin, in the year 271 AF.