From the highest northern mountain
To the southernmost desert
From Kinsarmar, to Antioch
Ithaqua to Khandavar
There is no other lovlier than you.

You are a beauty of Aetherius
Wild and untamed
Magic surges in your blood
Your eyes as flame
Many come close but none shall surpass
My beauty of Aetherius.

Deep within the Sienna
Or on the open sea
Beyond the vale of Celidon
And high above the trees
There will never be another for me

I stand on this mountain
Staring down for you
I see your beauty in the starlight
And I rush for you

All I need
Is that look in your eyes
My beauty of Aetherius love me tonight.
No forest tree
Or majestic peak
Will ever come close to the beauty you are
Beauty of Aetherius.

Written in my own hand with much adoration,
Aileron

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Artificium, in the year 478 AD.