Amid all the harsh words of a cruel world, let my voice speak out in tenderness. There is an inner light which must be nourished and cannot be replaced with a blind eye. Soft spirits are so much more than the simple result of hopeless romanticism. Each one is the soul of beauty and love combined.

In the brilliance of the evening,Her lofty shadow skims the light.Caught between reflections weaving,Wings extended, gold and white.Lilting song, ballad sweetening,Songbird of the heavens gleaming.In all that is, in all that shall be.An angel with unearthly sight.

Spring has always been the dearest friend to me, with her voice like a feather tossed on the wind. With a tin pail of water in hand, I set out into the gardens grown in her warmth. A straw hat shields my cheek from the rosy stain of her sunlit kiss. When the work of the day is done, I find my little shelter in her embrace.

And now you're nineteen, dancing around the kitchen with bare feet and batter-covered hands. You haven't got a care for those minute heartbreaks of the past. You've got the rest of your life ahead of you, and your heart brims with a love that outlasts.