shadow my heart, breathe into me
riddles blessed - a gift
from hearts so pure, yet silent
the vigil lies -

aalen leaves beneath soft feet
kisses unspent - days
became years until, blended together,
only trials remain -

love out of shadows, still unseen
trespasses gently - quiet my heart,
o! days we may yet speak, but never speaking
i love you...

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Midsummer, in the year 134 MA.