As the sunflower
To the sun,
Like the honeybee
To its hive,
So I am
To you;
Like the perfume
On the rose,
As the melody
To a song,
So you are
To me.
I bless the day we met,
And every day since,
For never have I known
The contentment,
The utter joy,
That comes from
Loving, and being loved
By you.
Selfishly, I pray the day
Will never come
When I will once again
Know life without you,
But should that day come
Then I pray the memory
Of our love
Will sustain me
Through however many lifetimes
It takes to find you
Again.
When two people are truly connected, "as the sunflower to the sun", together with the other images that you have evoked, then there truly is a unity of oneness in the love, a rare commodity indeed in this day and age. Lovely.
A search for the ghost of a chorus girl chorine haunting a costume designer’s Manhattan apartment leads to an encounter with an eccentric, mischievous witch with the ability to send folks back through time…in this case, the 1919 Ziegfeld Follies.
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