Can a place have all the qualities of a lover? revealing a surprised beauty in the aware glance ravishing hair and skin with passionate gusts and twirling spins of clouds and sunlight in quick moody turnaround settling my soul into a cup of tea, dreaming of possible futures with a spoon's stir beckoning my great emptiness as if it were a stunning abbey echoing in melody and candlelight? ‘Come live with me and be my love...' I hear the grassy cliffs rumble Our children will be the seals and puffins our labor - evening stews and poetry. Your eyes are the color of my finest marble treasure and my sparkling, splashing coves. Never leave, lest these many pebbles turn to tears.
