a thousand miles and i am hopelessly
lost within your beautiful, bronzed eyes -
i forget to breathe, until you breathe with me,
vivacious, full of life, much like the moon -
eerily tempting as it rises in the sky...

and you rise in my sky, our hopes gathering dust
like worn-out-dreams and crumbled wishing wells -
our love enduring, transcending all things, until
even time ceases to count the days our souls
have been entwined

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Variach, in the year 150 MA.