You are, my love, all that my soul could wish;
The answer to my heart's every desire.
You have the power to melt me with one kiss,
And set me all aglow with your love's fire.
Your voice, to me as sweet as singing birds,
Is all I long to hear when I awake.
I cannot thank you for your love in words,
For next to this - our love - all words seem fake.

My only wish is that you will agree
To share your heart; your love; your life with me.
And if you will, then I shall swear to you my heart
And hope, and prey, that we may never part
Through all the days, and years, that are to come -
My dear; my love; my whole;
My One.


I love you, my Brannick.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Bellum, in the year 427 AD.