I breathe life to each story he told me,
Behind my eyes with private delight,
And still, I'm afraid of the shadows,
I'm afraid to even open my eyes,
Will he look to me with his dark stare?
Where the starlight just can't save the sky,
Or will he let me go as far as just kissing,
His sweet eyes three hundred thousand times.

I swear as we serve the same Lady,
One look at you leaves nothing of my voice,
And still, midnight birds are descending,
To brood where my Angels rejoiced.
Though my words have never been pretty,
Let me whisper inside your cupped ear -
"Who ever knew a pair for such loving?
To halter the rhapsodical tears.

Love, Astrid.


Penned by my hand on the 14th of Lanosian, in the year 130 MA.