Once I was asked if love and honour were one...
I could not answer, for I did not know love.
I wandered the land,
in search of this feeling, so many have felt before.

Again I was asked, if love and honour were one...
and once again I couldn't find an answer,
So, once again I searched far and wide,
but this time.... THIS time my search was not futile.

For it is you that found me,
while I wandered alone, in search of love.
You who were there the whole time,
looking for the same...

Our eyes and lips met...
and it was then I knew
That happily ever after wasn't far behind you.

When asked if love and honour were one.... I simply replied yes.
For to love and be loved by another... is an honour unlike any other.
and a magic to the likes of which will never die,
but grow ever stronger as days go on.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Variach, in the year 64 MA.