Look at her as she walks by
Beauty resting in my eye.
Extravagant, as she stands there,
Sunlight bouncing off her hair.
Singing now, a voice so free.
I see her gazing at me.
There's only one thing this can mean.
There's only one thing this can mean.
We are meant to be, oh, can't you see?
With a love that's greater than the sea.
And I'll carve our names into a tree.
Becuase she's the one that was made for me.
I want be with her all the time, everywhere
I haven't met her yet, but I know she's out there somewhere.

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Daedalan, in the year 424 AF.