O my dearest Jalena. thy words alight my soul and quench my thirst for thou, as though my poorest and mortal self is depraved.
I look towards thee akin to my polaris—My guiding light in times of darkness.
Thy own voice, a cure to every ache, a song that lingers in the hollows of my soul.
Each word thou speak, I cherish as one might cradle the last warmth of dying embers in a cruel winter.
And wherein time doth stretch itself like an unyielding frost-- bitter until the very end.
But with thee the stars themselves seem to burn brighter, and the weight of the world is made light.
For in thine eyes, I find peace, and in thy presence, I am made whole once more.
Let the heavens bear witness: No joy compares to loving thee and being loved by thee in kind.
