I am no poet, nor can I even pretend, yet I wanted you to know the
essence of my love, my soul...

I draw these words onto paper, in hopes it will reflect your sacredness
deep within me which I cherish through honour and respect.
Our souls have united, entwined in a single embrace, breathing happiness
and peace within, where once was an empty place.

You are the soil in which the seed of my soul grows,
You are the mirror in which my soul reflects.
Inside of you I have found who I am,
Through you I have come to realize if I believe I could, I can.
You have made me shed sadness, turn away from anger.
With you I have learned of love, and forgiveness.
You are my anchor in this world of madness, I am no longer adrift.

I am no poet, nor can I pretend, yet I wanted you to know the essence of
my love, my soul....


Penned by my hand on the 8th of Artificium, in the year 416 AD.