All the ways that my heart yearns for you,
Like that first drop of rain after a drought,
With the fire of a trillion and one suns,
And the never ending need for breath in my lungs,
You are you my safety upon dangerous seas,
Someone who inspires me to be the best I can be.

If you ask me how long I will love thee, my answer is vertically.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Mayan, in the year 989 AF.