I promise to be yours.

The way the sun promises the horizon.
The way the moon promises the night.
The way your eyes promise mine.

I promise to be faithful.

The way Baar bows His noble head.
The way a mother holds her child.
The way your hands fits only in mine.

I promise to be kind.

The way a tree casts a cooling shadow.
The way Vahin watches over His children.
The way you touch my cheek.

I promise to speak only the truth.

The way the rain reveals the sediments.
The way Aetherius emerges at daybreak.
The way your lips tenderly touch mine.

I promise you these things,
Not because I must.
Not because you want me to.

I promise you these things,
For the way your eyes promise mine,
your hands fit in mine,
The way you touch my cheek,
The way your lips touch mine.

I promise.


-L

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Fas, in the year 560 AD.