“ You are the apple of Love’s eye. ”
There is peace in play.
~ David Paul Kirkpatrick
Where are you, oh heart, which I loved from the start? Did you ever arrive? How long must we stay apart?
Then an odd thing happened. Britney put her finger on the ridge of the painted glass and rubbed it. It made a perfect noise. The kind of noise that goes on and on as a beautiful noise does once it has wrung the ear. It was the chord of the wild sea.
Through all people, the Music of Love would pour, bringing light to the swords that sped through the darkness. And the light of their blades would lead the constellations to their destination.
