you are the very same delight of the fading dreams sobering perfume. like the cover of cloud against unyielding starlight, you are. the very same delight known when, asleep beneath a cypress, heavens whispers did gossip about a beloved sagacious tigress and I eavesdropped too her scent and knew you were the very same. delight be your gift this year and all to be. like ecstasies of joyous reverie, to me you are the very same delight.