her voice has a physical presence in the air like wafts of silk paper or the flap of (a) butterfly's wings something delicate and smooth calm waters naught a ripple
i am quiet with awe.
O luce di quest' anima, that g6 is such perfection.
love is a drug; once you have a taste you can't get enough. maybe that's why I am afraid, afraid to take a sip, a bite, a whiff, of love. i might overdose.