A myth within the shallow recesses of our dreams
Thoughts that disregard our senses leaving us blind and deaf
An emotion that binds our hearts in happiness and sorrow
A whisper from your lover beneath the crescent moon
Love a simple word but a powerful truth
The consequence or a gift of our ability to feel
A spell stronger then any other that washes over us leaving us shocked
and confused
A realization of the purest joy.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Scarlatan, in the year 342 AF.