Chapter Two.

I stand at the mouth of my cave and gaze upon an enchanted landscape which possesses a
profound and sensual beauty, of a magnitude that dims the memory of all the beautiful objects I
have ever seen.
I see skies of brightest blue that shine as pure as sun-soaked crystal. They crown a gently
sloping landscape, verdant and luscious hills rolling into enchanting valleys and meadows, all
adorned with the rainbow hues of wild roses, which bask in the magic of a waxing vernal tide.
The inebriating scent of spring rides upon the warm current of a softly-whispering breeze. This
breeze reaches me and fills my being with an intoxicating sensation stronger than any wine
fermented in Mediterranean vineyards.
The skies are your eyes, the land is your body, and the breeze is your breath and the music of
your voice that sings to me a passionate song.
This song you sing captures my imagination with the vivid imagery of our embrace.
Hand in hand we stroll down mysterious pathways, into the...