Her love was discovered on my heart strings, held close to my face like a violin. Which was pressed with my fingers, met and rubbed with a steady bow. Moving back and forth creating a beautiful tune so mellow. Again her love seems to be store in wooden barrows like fragrant wine drank forever after. Because I love her deeply and who knows how far the exact measurements are. Sometimes her love is illuminating like a star covering an arch. Magical intentions begin to spark. Leaving me hopeless speechless my love letters will convey what I will do. Beloved let soar towards the...