I know not what wine of love I have seen,
that there is this drunkenness in my eyes.
I know not what zephyr of joy I have seen,
that there is this jubilation in my gleams.
I know not what statue of freedom I have seen,
that there is this liberty in my dreams.
I know not what waltz of harmony I have seen,
that there is this sincerity in my beliefs.
I know not what angel of peace I have seen,
that there is this tranquility in my feelings
I know not what rainbow of beauty I have seen,
that there is this transmutation in my lips.
I know neither where I have been nor what
I have seen. But all I know is this-- the more
I see her, the more I want to be with her.
She is neither a dream nor a fleeting reverie.
After losing her boyfriend in a accident, Alecia believe she's been seeing him. But that can't possibly be? When Brayden reveals himself, or his soul, he asks her of a favor. But when that favor leads to her revealing feelings for her dead boyfriends
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Be safe,
Karen
Sometimes one wonders how a love can be this exacting and yet so rewarding. Peace and Blessings to You Always, Paul.
excellently expressed
Peace be with you
William