The Gods painted you in blissful imperfection
They were kind enough to only mar you
Just a little, so that gazing at you
Wouldn't leave me blinded.
How does one offer thanks for such an amazing gift?
I am awed and speechless,
Completely dumbfounded, really...
As to just exactly how this happened.
Terrified that if I speak of my blessings
Out loud something will take them away
Carrying you away, because of my impetuousness
My inability to just leave things
The way that I found them...
To just not question what good fortune
Lead me to you, and vice versa.


So I'll go against my own character,
I'll surrender sweetly and gracefully
Because even the most brazen woman
Cannot argue with fate and win.
And for the life of me I cannot find
A reason, a moment... to argue about
The Gods painted you in blissful imperfection
All that's left for me is to cherish
Those little slightly misplaced pieces
With the hope that they will remain
Mine always to keep.



Penned by my hand on the 9th of Phaestian, in the year 420 AF.