Bedtime Valentine

In the time before records were kept
For which no shards or jewelry are found
Absolutely no physical evidence
Emerges from its sifted sands
Of what only existed in the mind
Of a great sorcerer and a little girl
Or so the scribes translated it
Who found themselves together
In a deep forest one day
Writing up a storm
You have to be a child
To really understand the story
To hear it many many times
And slowly build its memory