Her. A vision of loveliness I must concur,

an ordor of the finest myrrh. I can feel

her presence in the air. I call to her I only

 hear whispers. Her face is but a blur.


One of life's beautiful themes, walking,

holding hands by living streams, under

mult-colored sunbeams. Like hand and

glove a love that can only come from

above, making the perfect team. I awake

from a dream.


Her. Avision of loveliness...Where?

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