Why is it,
That when I get a chance,
My mind comes up,
With only you.

A first and only,
Thought to be,
With you I long,
To hold and feel.

To gaze upon,
Your crystal-like eyes,
Searching their depths,
For an answer to surprise.

To know that you feel,
This way about me,
And the time we share,
Just you and me.

Each affecting the other,
From happiness to depression,
To the frowns and smiles,
Only we can feel.

Understanding like no other,
The likeness between us,
And the thoughts we hold,
Only for you do I feel like this.


Penned by my hand on the 11th of Bellum, in the year 475 AD.