Her. A vision of loveliness I must concur, an odor 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 multi-colored sun beams. Like hand and glove a love that can only
come from above, making the perfect team. I awake from a dream.
Her. A vision of loveliness... Where?