Beauty is truth’s smile when she beholds her own face in a perfect mirror.
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment upon these eyes and joyfully plays on the chords of my heart in varied cadence of pleasure and pain.
Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.