Jan 97~ The moon

It's like the moon sent a whispering sigh of hope, with a dew drop, who fell upon the velvet petals of a fresh rose. And lovers, holding hands, see the rose and picture heaven, for all beautiy is contained in the majestic flower. Even imperfections add to its intricacy. But what does it have to offer besides beauty? A sense of peacefulness, a hope of a love that we can hold in our hearts as a vision of the rose. Whether fresh and new, or crisp and dead with the age of time, it still once was, and we hold that forever near to our hopelessly romantic hearts.