Drops of golden rain fall from above,
To land softly in hands so fair,
As gracious wind blows with a gentle nudge,
Sending off strands of lovely hair.
The sound of buzzing heard around,
A bees nest it seems to be,
In the place where love was crowned,
Where we two lovers entered harmony.
And oft I think of times before,
How empty life was then,
Without your love touching me to the core,
Without a place to call our den.

Wisps of wind bring even softer words,
Dancing gracefully twixt the ears,
Giving way to feelings in stead of swords,
Opening a path to last for years.
So long has it been since we were united,
Yet like earlier this morn it seems,
Alyssia dear, our love will never lighten,
For 'tis the only endless stream.


I love you, Alyssia.

Riashain

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Aeguary, in the year 361 AF.