I'm not always good with words, but for you I'll try.

That first touch, now seems so long ago.
That first kiss, still burns on my lips.
Years passed, yet seems like yesterday.

How many times did I try and fail?
How many times did I refuse to give in?
Yet, it was you that refused to give up.
So here we are now, our first year, wed.

I promised a rose each year.
I would give a rose garden.
And still be not enough to say what words can't.

I love you, Muran.


Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Severin, in the year 179 MA.