To My Darling Zana, the jestercub that brings me hope.

She is like a gusty wind to me,
Giving me wobbly knees,
She is like the others,
in the fact that her love smothers,
She acts cute and nice,
yet her love comes at a hefty price,
Sentinel before Jestering,
The lil Jestercub,
Helping jesters and cubs,
and all who need it,
in return she asks merely that they spread it,
She is my light in the dark,
My hope in the despair,
My angel with sexy hair,
I love her more then aught else,
And would be lost without her there to help.


I love you Zana.


Valiant Jati Vana'Diel
The Honey Tongued Rogue

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Phaestian, in the year 369 AF.