There is no gift to be found,
or deed which can be done,
that could fully express
my thanks for all that you are.

Within this dream of life
you are a true companion.
Easy in the arms of honesty,
you've become a haven of rest.
The depth of your loyalty
a tangible foundation of trust.

Warm in the embrace of your friendship
I've the comfort of faith,
the conviction of honour,
laughter born of love,
and the kindred bond of being.

I do not wish to make you uneasy,
but silence would only betray
my sincere desire that you know
exactly how valuable you are to me
and the family of friends which surround you.

Sardaug,
For all that you've been,
for all that you are,
and for all you'll remain -

Thank you.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Phaestian, in the year 347 AF.