Love,
A deep and noble thing,
A force that bends the cosmos-

And yet, here I stand,
letters in hand,
a novice of the arcane,
desperately trying to decipher
a single word:

Ok.

Is it the whisper of fate?
A prophecy unfufilled?
A curse disguised as kindness?
Or the spell that binds us still?

Love,
A deep and noble thing,
A force that bends the cosmos-
And writes in a single syllable.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Ero, in the year 967 AF.