Upon the wooden block, I sit and take my quill.
Reflections on a year – a worthy tale to spill.
Twas’ but a twelvemonth past,
Mere moments gone, memories ever will they last.
Then I dared, my heart in disarray –
I plunged.

A chance taken, I risked it for pure delight.
One year ago, beneath the beaming soft light.
Days of yesteryear, of which we trod,
Ayy! That path we took, covered with earthly sod.
In growth, we’ve flourished, akin to a steadfast tree.
Tall, mighty, full of pride.
Yes, as the deer, the lion surely, are inclined to agree.

My love, you are. A treasure so divine.
Why hath it bestowed upon me – the stars in heaven shine.
Stony paths, you all but smooth them out.
You quell the storm. I yield, you snuff the snout.

O valiant lass, o such worthy lady.
In your embrace, I am transformed.
My seated heart doth knock at my ribs,
Enter the porter, the knocking within.

You have displaced the mirth, broke the good meeting such.
With most admired disorder.
A summer’s cloud,
A winter’s fool.
Hence, what man dare, I dare!

A lifetime’s canvas, stretched before our eyes.
To visit, to be lost, to accomplish ‘neath the skies.
Come, no sweat – for time is on our side.
Hands firmly grasped, to all – we’ll ride the tide.
To the world’s far distant end,
To the moon I’d gladly send.
In your arms, I’ve found me heart’s own tune,
Forever, me love – I will always swoon.

365, 12, 1.
Arbitrary numbers, when all is said and done.
A metric holds no prisoners – for you,
You are the only One.

Alexander Shao-Rong Pang

Meaning Within: A man’s note to his lover, reminiscing their first year together.