Under the shadow of an old stone bridge, by a cobblestone way, I hold the rarest flower  in a lovers embrace. Surrounded by golden and white blossoms on running Honeysuckle vines, her lips offer an intoxication beyond the flowers that scent the air around us. I lose myself in her essence and embrace the dream that is consuming my waking world. I let her absorb me into herself so that I am part of her being. She holds me tightly and draws me even deeper into her paradise. I surrender all of myself and become but a faint memory, as I stand embracing my love in a singular moment that is frozen in time.