I'd like to be a Valerian
in the thickest of the forest floor.
That while I lay in wait of you
you might tread upon my door.

I'd ask the sun to touch my face
the wind to make me strong.
So that I might as you walk by
Touch you on your arm.

If you ever slept in my forest
I'd solftly kiss your eyes.
I'd wrap my leaves around you
Keep you safe from hostile skies.

And when my time was over
and we had shared it you and I.
The time would come to pluck me
and keep me close beside.

And when you should call upon me
to aid you when in need
I'll cure dishonour and slickness
and aid you when you bleed.

Then what should I do, I wonder
when you went? I guess I would
be like a Valerian, and be content.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Scarlatan, in the year 304 AF.