Yvette ~* I dream of you in misty meadows where larks sing in the morning where butterflies and somber skies mix with emotions of the heart and in this realm of ancient possibility my love for you blossoms a start and grows and lasts and lasts and grows from dawn till dusk and thru night a wispy silvery wing a tinkling ice spring my arms around you hold tight the faerie of the valley the sorcerer on the mountain they watch with gazing eyes as you open for me and I enter into you together in the spell of our lives ~* |