could it be that since our eyes
met, the bounty of heaven in all its
splendour - the ambrosia of the skies
was locked into that single gaze?

or that, taking your hand in mine
as we walked across the sand, glass
in my hand, filled with sweet wine
i am breathless at your warm touch?

no, love, all these things are just
a small part of the reasons why I
love you, why when I see you I must
cup your cheek and kiss you long and slow...

we are building our lives, once moon and sun,
for a tomorrow together, we two become one.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Lanosian, in the year 93 MA.