An attempt at perfection,
full of conviction,
a simple attempt to worship,
the ground that she steps on.

I stand amazed daily,
At the way she enchants me,
transfixed with a smile,
filled with utopian glory.

My mouth often fails,
my words quietly trail,
with my need to protect her,
so strong yet so frail.

Late nights spent talking,
moonlit hand-holding walking,
Every moment I cherish,
From crying to laughing.

Her words ring in my ear,
as her eyes into mine peer,
I feel her body on mine,
and the sky is so clear.

Whether having mock fights,
or playing with our tykes,
or whispering sweet nothings,
she likes the things that I like.

My heart collapses when she cries,
And every fibre of me tries,
to wipe away her tears,
and bring light to her eyes.

An attempt to show her,
To show my true ardour,
Krysaliss, I love you,
You're..so perferct, so pure.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Ferinus, in the year 468 AD.