Raven's land upon her hair Clouds adrift on her skin A smile that tugs
upon my soul and whispers gently in my ear. Eyes of honey look me down
Lips like roses line her mouth Steely arrows in the air are wilted
flowers at her toes And if you ask me how I know what she looks like, I
will tell you, "She left yesterday." Eyes are east and lips are west
pulls my head against her breast. Logic, north and lust is south, pulls
my fingers to her mouth Legs are firm as canyon walls from leaping high
above the moon. When she drifts down on the air, the ground can't wait
to kiss her toes

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Valnuary, in the year 357 AF.