**Padme**

Oh the sass of the lass
Who kicked me right in the ass
I thought I was clever
But she would laugh never
And my heart would be broken like glass

I bought fresh flowers to woo her
Chocolates and jewelry and new fur
She gave them a look
Though not one she took
Unbearable the pain I incur

I once saw her up on the terrace
Such beauty and glow of this heiress
Her hair in the sun
Flipped, fluttered and spun
Her lovely perfume filled my naris

I must leave these thoughts far behind
And forget that I once ever pined
As it is my duty
To protect this beauty
For the Order, Naboo and my mind

*-Anakin*

Bliss, Zorii so illuminous and willing. So beautiful and cunning. She moves with a style and ease. Her caresses so wild and loving, her hair and eyes so clear and inviting. She runs with abandon and longing. So close and yet so far.

In the way she moves, in the way she talks, in the way she endeavors to love and to live. Blissful and beguiling.

The love grows as the love shows. The love moves as it ebbs and flows. The love is the love of eons of longing and needing.

Oh Zorii Bliss, so wonderous and so unknown. She is an enigma made whole. Flesh so soft and so powerful, so meaningful and new.

Oh Bliss, oh Zorii. You break hearts in your wake as the tides on the wind. Why does she deceive me and leave me wanting her so?

To My Beloved Bentre

Bentre, shall I compare you to the Rylothian lily?

When you walk, your steps are as graceful as the Rylothian lily in the wind

Ever turning, but lovely to the eye

When you speak, your voice is as sweet as the fragrance that permeates the entire room when Rylothian lilies are in full bloom

Bold, yet strong

Your love is as the vibrant colors of the Rylothian lilies

Intense, mystifying, and delightful

Just as I love to receive a bouquet of Rylothian lilies, so how I feel whenever you return to me on your long days of being a Consul to the clan.

So my dear Bentre, come to me and be my Rylothian lily