3:30 a.m.

f your picture could talk, what would it say?

Would your splendor and elegance be shared in the heavens with your sweet voice? A mermaid's song that would render all within shout powerless to you?


Would "Beautiful!" echo amongst Angels, like trumpets in prelude to a Queen?


Or would your picture whisper gently and softly in my ear, deafening me with the truth?


"I belong not to you but to another, yet my love is always your dominion."


Your picture wouldn't say a word...as perfection is self-evident and never in need to justify. Beyond and above mortal words, your perfection just is.


As sure as the sun rises every morning...

I know when I have found it.



- Luiz D. Syphre

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