Rejuvenate

 

It is a force that stirs within me, a vigorous and perpetual voice that runs through the mind and agitates the heart. There is a need to express its rapturous sentiment, impetuous a desire to be indulged. Do I know very much it will entice me into obsessively familiar a reverie.
         Yet how does this compliance caress the feelings and comforts the mind! It is a draught that drifts the soul into a mellifluous paradise where reality is embellished in glimmering rays of fantasy.
         I feel my spirit mingled in the soft wind that has assimilated fragrant of a whole garden of sweet roses, my mind showered by crystalline dews aggregated from many a spring morning. The withered heart at last could revive its beats and vitality. I am as free and joyous as a bird, flying beneath the clement blue sky after the prolonged rain has ceased.
         Indeed, how marvelous it is to live, to breathe and to be coddled by the feelings of plunging into my infatuated passion.

 

Jan 15, '01