A Prose I Offer

I offer thee a love I've wished upon stars as the night falls. Endlessly chanting an everlasting prayer to the moon above. I was such a fool to speak of such bothering matter. Apologies may I seek as I was too eager for the love that I have. But as another sunshine forge ahead, I wish thee think of thou response thoroughly if you may. For this love had only sprout with the hopes of harvesting a good crop. This may embark as a speech only to wheedle your emotion but I do in all my senses gathered had taken credence of your existence as the last bastion of order in this chaotic realm called life.

-Jef to Arya