Love is strange, like--
ginger tantalizing my lips.

I have only known love for moments
at a time,
fled from the sight of it,
and hid within myself--but
from the first words you spoke to me--
I knew that I was yours.

I am a slave to the kindness of your voice,
the worry in your eyes,
the purity of your heart and reason.

I am yours for as long as you want me to be,
and even if--the sky should shatter on me,
my soul would and will belong to you
indefinitely.


Penned by my hand on the 12th of Vita, in the year 469 AD.