It is extremely early in the morning,
yet I feel no ill thoughts plagueing my mind,
only the thoughts of you.

Your vibrant spirit, and vigoured soul show
no ill desire; only love.

I'll cut you out in little stars, to pin you
up to the moonlit sky, thinking of you.

It is my desire to be with you, yet not to take
you from what is already yours.

My love goes with you, yet not unto you; only
friendship can we ever consume.

From me to you, with love; the Mysterious One
I tell.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Niuran, in the year 207 MA.