Her. A vision of loveliness I mist concur, an odor of the finest myrrh.
I can feel her presence in the air, I call to her, I only hear whispers, her face is but a blur.

One of life's beautiful themes walking holding hands by living streams, under multi colored sun beams. Like hand and glove a love that can only come from above, making the perfect team, I awake from a dream.

Her. A vision of Loveliness... Where?