As we sat there, laying and snuggling up under that Cherry tree
I couldn't help but think that you had set my soul free
I love you as much as I love the forests I serve
You've given me much more then my tired soul could ever deserve.


I want to marry you more then anything else,
I want to make you happy and be unaware of self.
You make my soul better when my heart is hurting,
Your innocent ways, your incessant flirting,
I love you dearly,
I wish I could see clearly.
My eyes are blinded by the sight of your love.
Oh, Laurelai, you are my pure white dove.

My passion for you is unwavering,
My heart is desiring your flavour,
As precious as a butterfly,
You're my life, Lai
Without you, I'd rather die.

Laurelai, with you I want to spend the rest of my life.
More than anything, I want you as my wife.
Will you be my butterfly?
Laurelai, be my wife.
Share my life.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Mayan, in the year 353 AF.