At times, we can be so absorbed with the object of desire that the entire being is consumed with one overriding passion; the fulfillment of the heart's desire of the one who has become our heart. The sprites and muses attempt to approach for wonder but are taken aback (unawares) in awe by a compassion which rivals anything they might inspire. There were those who thought that such boundless and selfless love was no longer extant. They were wrong.
Beyond the quiet storm, and the raging sea, I hath loved thee. Before the countless stars were in the heaven, I hath loved thee. Beyond the creation of mountains, and their ebbing into valleys, have I love thee. This one was sent before the beginning of time...and his ardor shall ever be until the end of time. The ways and wonders that my heart feels cannot be counted. My desire is your uplifting and well being.
