To the love of my life, my flame,
She who holds my heart and my ring,
Who hides a softness behind a snarl,
With blue ribbons, and the smile they bring.

To the queen of our tribe, my love,
Whose passion is openly on display.
Claws that guard who she calls hers,
And gentle hands to soothe them at the end of day.

To him - not merely the other man,
But a friend, confidant, and more.
Bound by the hearts they both hold dear,
Across cities, diplomacy behind a closed door.

To you, this family that found me.
I'd crawl through lava again, if I must.
For this tribe is my home, my safe harbor,
This band of misfits, forged from love and trust.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Phaestian, in the year 989 AF.