A silly vow made from pain
Now washed away by Spring rain
We spent our time in mourning
Now to answer love's true calling

My jester makes me laugh
Your sorceress makes You sing
Four people all bound by love
An emotion we scorned far too long

Precious does the time flow
So fast, then, and now so slow
Our hearts finally in true place
The battle won, and the race

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Lupar, in the year 370 AF.