Oh, very nice detail for fur texture. Really some darn nice colors used here.

BEHOLD!! Within the sands of time do the pages of her grace, History, fly and speak of a tale most enchanted, sacred, and like that of the cascading of cherry blossoms with the Spring of youth, like rain the petals fall but never do they dampen the soul.
Mysticism, the soul of the order and control of the magicks known to the sorcerers, the fae, and the demons of hell, he doth confess his love as Divinity looks upon his breast, rising and falling with life and death, the cosmos his playing and very spirit.
Divine be her presense, her beauty, her power over the heavens and chaos, her passion is the inspiration for the mystic to bring forth the life that he does, and thus is her heart warm and welcoming of him, carressing him in her arms as if ready to aid him should he fall into despair, yes, she never could hate him for what he may do, she can only love and forget.

Beautiful.