Soul to soul her words flowed the letters were elegant as she they had this bolden quality a richness then her face was superimposed on the paper up in the left hand corner the paper was it self able to evoke emotion light brown flowers and buterflies colorfuly purple ran down the right side then the writing seemed but whisps visible but tendrils that are so cast as tiny to the point of airyness but that was where the emotional timbres they struck a cord divisions inserted into layers that lay heavy on the page pure heart some what disturbing crackled a liveness cried to be heard a call was spreading across a waste land this velvet verdue capitalized on scarsity the emptyness gave it greater apaeal it spoke in a whisper and you strained to hear you must hear when wonder sings there is always an audiense she divised words that were robed in color and vibrancy your breath was cought ebbing and flowing her thoughts were winged angels they called with hallwoed tounges their words were counter weights to the usal run of the mill chit chat her perpodours words stood in great banks in the sky her words were dark and raging at times and then turned white it was as she was fencing great sections of land then the storm broke the pain came in torents this liquid rain expressed demoanized parts of what she vehemitantly sought to express and then it slowed to a roll over the landscape of her life then it was glory noble it was as you were whisked in to a great white church you stood by the altar as she pureified her deeepest soul she confronted loss those dark corners in the lives of lovers it is not perfeclty clear but possibly one had strayed it seemed she was making marks that represented death black and treacheous she wrote from the very whip lashes on her heart they had healed but they left scar tissue her fingers passed over them then she transfured them to the keys shame disgrace visted in the most beautiful chamber of their love now it would forever remain a darkness in otherwise the show place of love and its achievments she had a fire that was exzilarting it had the element that burned untamed places and when the new growing came it was now clean the visual mastery that when observed is stunning she detailed the defining moments that only love can birth this was one thing she said I love that magic. I hope it is a magic that last βforeverβ be enthralled when you kiss your beloved know not you are planting seeds that drift over filelds of forever they rise on the country breeze they travel to as the song says ole tangers and amid the Pyrimids along the Nile they stall speachless at the foot of Kilamajoro they traverse the bluest sea to the swaying of the hula and then they with this romantic thickness bend under the weight there only definition and reality in this case lies at your feet live the dream girl