quiet my heart in stillness,
dawn, streaming through glass
prismatic light dancing through eyes
flickering in beams pure as your soul

we are each spellbound in sorrow
yet solitude shall become me far better
your eyes deserve to smile with love,
soul kindled closely with another

night does not blot out the sun eternal,
nor shall it quell the passion in my breast
that, my light, burns still for you, brightly
no shadow can conceal it again

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Midsummer, in the year 205 MA.