She
comes as a surprise, welcome as it is. With such an angelic fragility and
totality only in beauty she moves the ground beneath my feet, so that I can be
closer and closer to her. And she writes her name all over me, so that I can be
hers and hers alone. When she sees, she sees exactly what I see; and when she
feels, she feels me, and I can only feel her. An attraction of all my senses,
seduction of this total me - and she slowly and inexorably becomes that force
which connects all of my cells together…
She’s
no dream… she’s realization of dreams, a solid proof that love takes shape.
