the cool evening sea breezes gave her beautiful red dress a movement to stir ones soul...it was as if it had a life of its own...and to think that i, i alone, in all the lands, was captured by the wonder of this beautiful creature...the whispers from her sweet lips were lovelier than the songs of the violins of the ages...her delicate fingers, nestled in my trembling hand, were assuring, tho' the feeling of the moment was fleeting, at best...but, alas, how could i ever forget the power in the thoughts that we shared...the visions of this, this prettiest of girls, standing before me, in front of the heavens and the earth...
and then, without warning, she was gone...leaving behind this one tiny slipper...to help me remember the beauty of it all...'tis true, my heart is broken, and yet, how can a mere man have been more fortunate than i... |
