Distance beyond measure,
a vast journey betwixt two beating points...
and yet my heart is still yours.

Love returned is a treasure,
immune to blemish and ruin...
and yet love lost is a jagged scar.

Simple words could lessen miles,
and make that sojourn so simple...
and yet silence will start wars.

Despite all my clever wiles,
and all this roguish charm...
nothing I think of goes far.

Three trinkets held so close,
nestled beside my heart,
all to ward away the lows,
and keep us from drifting apart.

I have no words,
this is true,
beyond of course...
I love you.

Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 3rd of Variach, in the year 503 MA.