Wrote this a long time ago when my wifey and I were still dating. If I
were to rewrite it today, I wouldn't change a word.

Her hair tumbles down
As autumnal brown
Her eyes, summer skies,
Still hold the winter blaze
Her face, fresh as springtime,
Renewed with each smile,
In her lips, the promise
Of many seasons warm embrace

I love you, Feathra.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Lleian, in the year 115 MA.