I am a rough river stone
That seeks comfort within
The riverbed of your soul

Where your love
Washes freely and
Abundantly over me
And in the tranquility
Of your flow
All my fears subside

And as I crumble
Bit-by-bit
My whole being
Molded by you
Within you
Finally achieves
It's perfect
Form.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Aeguary, in the year 525 AF.