I myself a woman always have an internal compass pointing always north to some Camelot place over the rainbow where dreams that I dears to dream did come true
I failed to bind when the wounds that bleeded my womans heart were too fresh to grab his love at once
a passer by a king a photom of light streaming through space
thats what most all good things of true love in life can become
ALL but a whisper is Love
All but a sigh is life.
sigh..