Though the lily blooms in beautiful splendor and the rose wafts magical
scent,
Though the stars in heaven sparkle and shine on the horizon, like
dazzling white fires,
Though the seas crash and roar and the clouds thunder and strike with
great power,
And even as the earth spins and time weaves its ethereal web of
eternity,
Not one of these things compares to the beauty and grace of thy soul and
thy form,
Not one of these things could compete and steal my attention and
devotion away from thee.
To my love and life, my husband.
I love you.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Midautumn, in the year 107 MA.