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XANADU TOO



As I sit beside my limpid pool in a glen in medieval England and gaze at my reflection and ponder my life, I think of you...

You are the foremost thing on my mind these days. You are my passion. You are my blinding desire...

I toss a pebble into the pool and the reflection shatters,  much as reality does and a lot of things I dream of. I gaze skyward and there are a few clouds in the, otherwise, blue sky...

I cannot get away from you. I see your image in the clouds, your face in the trees, your smile in the sun (as well as the sun in your smile)...

Your image is everyplace, your very essence in the air I breathe, and if that were not complete enough, to have you all around me, I also have you within, in my mind, in my heart, in the very soul of me...

These are only my thoughts, and then, wonder of wonders, my dream comes true. You are there. You are real. You come to me and then you love me...

I cannot believe it and yet it's real. I love thee, gentle maiden. I love thee and thou art mine. You always will be mine and you have made me know this...