Love is the icy whispers in the night,
The immortal shadow of hates bite.
It blossoms in the fragile soul,
But ancient love will not grow old.
It gives the heart an endless beat,
And will not give way to deaths defeat.
It can spiral into the loneliest mind,
And will last beyond the end of time.

For me it gave the breath of life,
But tears often destroy my misty sight.
For when my love is far away,
I miss him more than words can say.
But even when death knocks on my door,
And my body rests far beneath the floor,
MY love for him will still remain,
And with every second,
Every moment,
Every hour of every day,
I love him more.
And my love will not strain.

I'll always love you Celas, longer than eternity

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Ero, in the year 380 AF.