There never was such an issue,
My inspiration being only you,
From a word of choice,
To a gesture long awaited.

Wrapped in a warm embrace,
Of your arms around my waist,
A plea of hope to the Gods above,
Let They be on my side tonight.

Your subtle but soothing words,
Eloquent to a caring ear,
Let your mind be spoken without a doubt,
Be free of all the nerves.

For you this poem is written,
As my mind slowly wanders,
Your voice carrying throughout,
As it seals shut tight.

About you it contemplates,
From one to the next,
Unraveling the mysteries,
Of this soul before me.

Rekindling a feeling,
I had felt before,
Lost in time,
That now reappears.

I couldn't imagine such a beginning,
An unsought thought,
An unrequested feeling,
Though seemingly mutual beyond concealment.

There's not a thing in this world,
That cannot be seen as a positive entity,
To you I give this incentive,
In hopes it carries out in all you face.


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Solis, in the year 496 AD.