You...

Don't know how you make me truly feel
It's like an endless ribbon of highway down the road to being real
No mortal man or woman can find alike
The depths of devotion you set in my sights

No smile has graced my face quite the same
As when I think of you, or call upon your name
If you dared to tread a path quite alone-
I'm afraid I'd lose the meaning of what it is to be home

When mountains fall into the sea
And the stars and moons and suns cease to be
Amidst the turmoil I'll still contently sigh
Because I know nothing would change what's between you and

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Aequitas, in the year 482 AD.