When I first stepped off Loom I had no desire for fun
I cared only for bashing and I needed no one
Minia, Lodi, I fought through them both
Neither with anything of which I could boast
So on to a challenge I thought to myself
And I headed for Great Rock to see what it held
The Cultists were fast, their knives cutting deep
And Canines with sharp claws, and still sharper teeth
None a quite challenge though the beastlord had his day
Everywhere I went, the challenge would fade
So a house I did join, wanting to see
The more people that came the more challenge there'd be?
The Warlocks I went to, entering their ranks
A month maybe more I stayed in their house
But there ways were not mine, and I left for new heights
Hashan I then ventured, the Crown of the Ithmia
To the Black Lotus sect, snuggled nicely within
A Tyro I was, and work I began
To gain rank in my house, and leave novicehood behind
A Brother I was, after a nice little chat
With a woman whose smile had transfixed my heart
To bella's we went, to fight our way through
I died once or twice, she did as well
Laughing as we rezzed, to begin it all again
We spent many a day, nestled deep in her grove
Talking about anything and everything
Nervous I was, a month or so later
A ring in my pocket, my lips moving fast
To her house we went, and there in her room
Down on one knee, I asked "Will you marry me?"
Tears in her eyes as she nodded her head
And together we are and I never knew
How much happiness could be gained from being with you.

I love you My Angel

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lupar, in the year 406 AF.