Always before I could see,
The dim light ahead,
The certainty of the path,
Old, steady and familiar in front of me.
Who would know,
That a simple kiss,
Could draw me from the path,
Sparkling eyes of heavenly bliss.
Crowned with fiery flair,
A pretty seahorse locket,
Khepri's child on air,
To keep laughter in its place.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Lleian, in the year 111 MA.