I step into soft grass....before we arrive...
We had no use of a coach or horse...we enjoyed the walk together
fine....
beneath the stars...beneath the skies...I see you look up, so lustrous
and fair...
yet I wonder how..you came to me...how I was so lucky...
Before me you stand, an angel robed in white...a hazy, wonderful
daydream...
along this gorgeous night...
You are in my mind, my every aching thought...and the pain of losing
you...no deadlier weapon an enemy could wrought...
I look into your eyes...deep...soft and loving....and I know that in my
heart, my blood MUST be bubbling!
You feel me with such thoughts...of love and derring do...how could I be
anything else...save the love of you?

Before me you stand..regal and splendorous...and you my darling
angel...we stand here in the forest...
I take your hand so softly...bring it to my lips...and hug you tightly
to me, never to let you slip, nor fall nor trip, on anything that would
disturb this dream beside me...
For you are my one love...you are my life...
You are what I look for...in the darkness of this night....
I have but one question...
Would you be my wife?

Volanna...

by: Sarenth Dricten.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Phaestian, in the year 313 AF.