Where are you, oh heart, which I loved from the start? Did you ever arrive? How long must we stay apart?

One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall finally know the skies. Day and night shall end. The clock tower will crumble. Time shall fly to the place of no more. For we were born for meaning. We were born to love. There, we shall all be together with all the lovelies ever known who chose mercy and kindness amidst the forget-me-nots and the countless stars.

The woman of her dreams went into her arms without shame or awkwardness as the boldness of Love overcame them both.

Be patient, child!” said the Music. “But she will forget me.” “Do not worry, child. I am there. I shall not forget.”And she stared out at the planets and gentle stars and the galaxies and became forlorn for she had known a special love.“The Universe is so large, just look at it!” she cried. “Believe.” The Music sang.

It was a love that was not a contract but an affection of the soul.

Yet, happy are the pure of heart for they have known the music.

Love is the reason why, in confusion, we understand.

There they were walking together in the same direction, holding hands. That’s what love can do. Love makes it better.

The Music blows wherever Music pleases, you hear it’s sound, but you cannot tell where the Music comes from or where the Music is going.