Please, speak to me
I don't get the chance to see you very often
All made up for nothing special
A casual style I still adore
Red hair falling about your shoulders
Like a fiery waterfall
Piercing eyes that I cannot look at
For more than a moment

Please, speak to me
I don't get the chance to hear you very often
A complex mix of melody and harmony
Your voice divine
A humbling sound, I should fall to kneel
Ringing bells and brushing winds
When you parted your lips
And you only said hello

Please, speak to me
I don't get the chance to touch you very often
With skin as smooth as silk
A touch that makes the heart race
And where do I fit in?
A sweet embrace, the softest kiss
A dream out of reach
Do you even know my name?

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Variach, in the year 136 MA.