There is a man, so slight and fair, Who weaves the words spoken where Faeries soar without a care... There is a man, so gentle and kind, Who weaves the tale of mortal dreams, Stories untold, and human schemes... There is a man, so wise and true, He fills the world with such delight; Faeries smile, and then take flight! Donna Once upon a time in a far away land, sat an old man near a winding brook, contemplating life, and his youth it took. He looked to the blue heaven above watching the flight of a snow white dove, remembering his life of laughter and love. An old woman appeared from the glen. Oh what a beauty in youth she had been! She, choosing him from other fine men. She walked to him and sat by his side. Him, her source of joy and earthly pride. Content in her heart that she was his bride. There they sat, as the day drew to an end. She worn and wrinkled, he with a slight bend; knowing they were with their very best friend. Donna Visit "Love Dreams" by Quotidian Quill Created by Donna Chairat