Does Love not end with an Initial divine?
Why that not let that begin? Adjust the 'v',
To an 'r', that is part of my Love's first sign,
And let it with a breathless 'ah' complete.
For nothing else is truly befitting,
Than a name, that men in wonderment utter,
Upon thy pretty, pink petals a-sitting,
A glittering butterfly with wings aflutter.
Every time, I watch thy face completely enraptured,
Not daring to leave thee alone,
Almost, daresay, because I lie utterly captured,
Brought willingly up to thy splendorous throne,

They say that Love is blind; I only wish 'twere so,
That I might not be blinded, whenever you go.

D.T.

Penned by my hand on the 9th of Scarlatan, in the year 392 AF.