Long before time was time itself, your voice has called to me echoing from the four corners of the earth, haunting me, ever present.
How many times my head has turned, your words whispering upon my mind, beckoning, so close I could taste your sweet breath, feel your splendid warmth upon my neck, yet met with only that of gentle breeze.
Now as if a dream, you stand resolute before me, awaiting profession to that which we know as truth unto our souls, yet I have not the courage to speak what my heart aches to release.
I summon the gods in the heavens to save me from myself, that I might let this flower bloom. This love set out before me in grace and beauty, in truth and honor, filled with desire, my ages treasure, not to be denied, my adoration all consuming.
See this in my eyes, hear this in my song, feel this in my touch, understand that it is real, for when I say I love you, no fears, nor troubles, nor passage of time shall keep this love from flame.