Like a gentle breeze playing about my hair you came into my life
So quickly your influence grew and I found myself at your feet
There was a question once

Like a river widening from source to mouth my feelings picked up speed
and I was washed away in your current
I think how quickly I followed you from the first
Though what once was a question is no more

Like the farmer fate has sown its seeds and my have they grown
What would have become me if I had not met you?
Its all so clear before me now, fool was I to question

Great things come of humble beginnings like the the oak from acorn
How badly I miss your presence at my side
Without you I have come to know my love, my love for you

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Ferinus, in the year 405 AD.