Yet one more love poem about Daphne and me. Everything here is a true account narrated in poetry. Some of my detractors and even some of my friends say Daphne is just a figment of my imagination. No! She was my schoolmate, then my friend, then my first love and now my everlasting beloved. Like I have mentioned quite often before in my earlier poems on Daphne and our indelible love-bond...there is no woman even to this day who can compare with her beauty of body, heart, mind, being...and above all...her SOUL. Daphne befits the statement made by William Shakespeare in his play "Antony & Cleopatra: "Age doth not wither nor custom stale her infinite variety". I am a poet but I do not exagerrate. Daphne was Truth and her Truth -- Beauty!