Smell of flowers in the air
soft breezes to cool us down,
running gentle to us as where,
Noticed without you is always a frown.

Children playing in the fields
Birds, and crickets, singing in the garden,
My heart is yours to wield,
At any time your graceful soul, can be my warden

Passionate groves a blooming, and roses a swaying
Merry men and women laughing and talking,
My head walks with such beneficial saying,
Seeking your voice and to notice your out walking.

As on may say,
None is such as sweet as you,
You always complete my day,
and even my heart too.


Words cannot express, the feelings, I feel for you. The small amounts of time we spend alone, are those of a dream come true.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Daedalan, in the year 244 AF.