Jubilation sings through my veins,
My hearts desire comes to life,
Elation surges through my body,
Filling my heart, though it may burst,
I have You, through the best and worst.

Exaltation threatens to overcome me,
To cry out aloud for all to hear,
The gift of You, I am blessed with,
For I am the most fortunate of women,
I have You, my faith again is risen.

My path no longer traveled alone,
Your hand in mine, together we stand,
For such things I am ever thankful,
I blissfully remain, Yours alone,
For I have Your love for my own.

My handsome Bard, You have my love for Your own.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Lupar, in the year 370 AF.