Sofia --
Whence, the icon that launched a thousand dreams? :wink:
The wistful torture of impossible hope and sweet memory?
You ask me ... what pixels tug at the soul of being
and thrill to my veins the sweet nectar of love?
How can I share what has shattered my bereft heart?
How can anyone see what is real from what is a dream?
Would you be to judge with scorn or approval, what no mortal can
infinitely see? What no one can acheive, grasp or believe.
(sigh) I am resigned. My countenance is woe,
even as I gaze with bliss upon a dream.